As a child I would always help around in the kitchen. Help my mom make an elaborate chicken dish, or just rice, and “help” my dad barbeque (mostly watch because he was scared I would burn myself….). Eventually came the day when I made my first dish, a brownie, and I was elated. It wasn’t a package brownie, and it came out delicious. Surprised my whole family for sure. After that I started meddling more in the kitchen, making my breakfasts, then my dinners, then cooking dinner for the family. This was all around age 12. I would watch MasterChef and Cupcake Wars on loop, wanting to someday make it there, be on TV cooking my own recipes to be judged by renowned chefs. So, when I entered high school I had such a passion and desire to open my own restaurant. I would look at some flaws at restaurants I would go into and know I could do it differently. Prices were too high when competition is lower, bathroom is far and hidden, staff isn’t properly trained, etc. I would also draw inspirations...