Alcohol Secret Recipe - Short Story About Life Lessons
I'm a local alcohol producer, and the recipe was inherited from my ancestors. Both of my parents are dead, and now I'm the only one who knows about the recipe.
There's a book with the secret recipe, but because of my greed, I decided to burn it so no one would be able to get it, not even my relatives. Even when my oldest son is an adult, I still don't give the recipe to them because I think I'm still healthy and robust.
Cause of my greed, often I play dirty to my competitors. I paid someone to manipulate the other local alcohol brand so it will taste bad when arrived to their customers.
One day when I was drunk, I was killed by the prostitute that I called. Maybe some of my competitors found out about what I did and paid her to kill me.
Now I still linger in the dead realm, I feel so much regret not being able to give any good legacy to my bloodline. Now the ownership is down to my son, but hes struggling to run the business because he didn't know anything about the recipe.
He tried so hard to imitate the taste but kept failing even though almost spent all of my wealth. So my local alcohol brand closed a couple months after my death. All of my employees did not even know about the recipe because everything about formulating was still fully controlled by me.
I also feel regret after my sins to the other competitors. Because all of my enemies now affecting the life of my family. Even after my death some people still trying to take down anything that my relatives doing.
Years still lingering, I'm still feeling grateful because all of them survived without major injuries. But I still in this dark realm, everything is echoing and slowed in here, like time is distorted, can't even see the light, no one to talk to, and waiting alone.
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