'Newyork's finest"

We all came from the same dough...we have all been molded together at the same time maybe, or maybe some ahead of the other. We rose and served our purpose..some were sent to the bakeshop downtown, while other's were sent somewhere else. I ended up in a pizza parlor. My destiny, my reality, I was to be a Cheese pizza. Nothing fancy, nothing new, just plain cheese. I heard the owner say while i was lying down with the rest of the dough ready for baking.."keep him for later, I wanna try something."..I lay there nervous as his finger was pointed directly at me..."Was I to be doomed and thrown away or fancied for some science experiment later on?" I thought..whatever it was, there would be no escaping...I didn't choose what pizza i wanted to be you see, back before they started delivering us doughs, we were even asked what we wanted to become..I didnt say anything then. Being contented with whatever God put in front of me.

Until one day....

It was very unexpected I tell you...She graced the pizza parlor like a moviestar walking down a redcarpet. How I could'nt take my eyes of her, how i envy the the glass of icetea touching her lips..
She ordered Newyork's finest..

Smiling, she walked away with it. From that instance on, I knew what I wanted to be...I knew it in my heart. "I wanna be newyork's finest"...I caught myself saying...

But the thing is you see, the dough they used for that type of pizza were the imported ones...And I was just good enough to be plain cheese..
Doomed i was i thought..."She wouldn't want me, she won't even take a look at me if i'm just plain cheese...". I pleaded to the manager to the cashier, to the janitor, to the delivery boy...No one would hear me out...

So on the shelf of dreams i layed thinking. "i can never be the dough I want to be..." i sulked.

"In reason lies contentment, and in contentment lies reason.."

My chef friend then whispered to me..And crystal as the searing heat of the oven, I knew what I must do..."I will be a Newyork's finest pizza...The best ever!" I stormed the kitchen and like Dr. Frankenstein, I was up all night working on becoming the "Ultimate Newyork's Finest Pizza!".

So i guess your all wondering what happened to me after that. Were together now, that girl in the story. And I'm loving every minute of it I tell you..So I guess your wondering if I ended up being a Newyork's finest huh? Nope...it was impossible. To this day I still sometimes dream I could become her favorite pizza, but I know I'm not. That night in the kitchen, I decided to be the best cheese pizza that I could be...and as the days go by, I just try my best to make her happy with being me...No anchovies, no beef or pork slices, no garlic or onions...just plain cheese..just me..I hope I can go on making her happy and content.