My father is a good man, but a terrible cook.

My father is a fantastic man, he takes care of my brother, sister, and I as well as our mother. While he was a teenager, he always dreamt of opening up his own restaurant, so that my mother could live comfortably at home and enjoy her free time. In a way, he was able to achieve both, but not in the way he expected. <br><br>I grew up with a great father, he was a good cook, and always made sure to provide for his family. He always made sure to make a little extra for our mother, so she could taste his creations as he took them out of the oven.<br><br>My brother, sister, and I always preferred to eat at a restaurant, even when we were home. Our father was a bit of a sad man, so we tried to support him and told him he was a great cook, while our mother gagged at the roast.<br><br>One day, my father's luck changed, he was discovered by a food critic, and soon his restaurant took off. He was happy, and his dream was fulfilled. <br><br>But, a few months after this happened, he started to notice a change in his family, and that was when he knew he was a terrible cook. <br><br>Our mother started to go out more, and would always tell him not to cook for her in the morning.<br><br>My brother and sister grew taller and stronger, and my brother could do more sit ups than he knew what to do with. While my sister could run faster than a cheetah. While my brother got taller, my sister did not. <br><br>My father was confused, he just couldn't figure out what was wrong with his life, he was happy, and his dream had come true, so why would his family be acting so strange?<br><br>One day, he received a call from the local police department. They said that a person with his name came in as a John Doe, and they asked him to identify the body. He guessed it was a wrong number, and the man on the other end was actually calling the person they found, but he decided to go to the station to see if they were right. <br><br>When he got there, he was lead to the morgue and shown a body covered with a sheet. He lifted up the sheet, and gasped. It was his mother. But, that was not all. It was not just his mother's body, but rather his mother's head sewn onto aSummer sausage.<br><br>My father was mortified, how did his mother end up like this? He decided to ask the police if he could look at her body more, and that was when he noticed the stitching where her head was sewn on. It was a latch type stitch, and as he saw it, he got a terrible feeling.<br><br>He got a latch stitch a few weeks earlier, and he had been experimenting with the stitch, and he was pretty good with it. The stitching on his mother's head looked like his, as he had figured before, he was the one who did it.<br><br>But why? His father was a good man, why would he sew his own mother's head onto a summer sausage? The only answer he came up with was that he was a terrible cook, and he wanted to give her the best meal he possibly could, so her head did not have to taste his creations.<br><br>He thought about his brother and sister, and he knew just what he had to do. He received a call from the police the next day, and they asked him to identify more bodies. He went to the morgue, and there were two other bodies covered in sheets. <br><br>He lifted up the first, and it was his brother, inside of a sausage as well. But, a little smaller than the summer sausage his mother was in, a pepperoni sausage. <br><br>The next one, was his sister, and she was inside of an olive. He knew he had to do the same thing with her, and as he saw the stitching on her head, he knew she was also a victim of a terrible cook.<br><br>While the police were investigating, they came across the same name, as if the father had sewn the heads of a family inside of different sausages. As they dug deeper, they found out his dream was to open up a restaurant. "How does this make sense?" One of the police officers asked. <br><br>The other one sighed, and said, "Well, he got his dream, and his dream was to make food, but his food was terrible, so he took the heads of those he loved, and sewed them into better food, so they would not have to eat the terrible things he made." <br><br>As the police looked at each other in confusion, the officer who had sighed said, "You know what, forget about the case, it is obviously closed."