I really enjoy whatever she cooks and makes for me. She is the unhealthy food queen. I used to criticize her cooking but then I'm stop worrying about what sugar does to my blood and bone when eating the over-sweetened cake that makes my teeth scream, whether or not the chicken and pig were free-range or they lived short, miserable lives in tiny cages—which I would be if I lived alone. Whatever it is she’s responsible for, global warming, species extinction, another world war, I still love her and am forever grateful for doing all that to sustain this body and inspire a very unhealthy mental and spiritual life of mine.
Happy Vietnamese Women Day. Love you, Mom!