Food Fixes All

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After a long week, my weekly dinners with my parents always give me courage to tackle the rest of my responsibilities. This past week, my father made a crab boil with andouille sausages, corn, and shrimp. My mother fried eggplant and there is always rice at a Filipino table. To finish off, my father made the most happy fruit cobbler. What did I do in a past life to deserve this?

There are days where my dogs wake me up too early and my cat sleeps on my chest and I feel like I’m suffocating in fur.

There are work shifts where I feel like every single person needs a piece of me.They take their piece by dislocating each limb and walking away with it like trophy that was owed to them.

There are nights where if you ask me to cook, I will burst into tears and sink to the ground in a slump. My body will transform into a huddled bit of flesh, slowly melting into the carpet and mingling with all the animal hair that I need to vacuum.

You have days like this, don’t you?

I know you do.

That’s why food fixes all. Continue reading