In past times , I did most of the cooking .
But with life and school , the dynamic somewhat change and my mum took over ,
Returning home , come with new feelings and experiences everyday ,
And one of it is cooking .
Let me cook for you she said ,
The way that you have missed, our own local way in my own local pot .
In the pot was food,
Again in the pot was love , pride , thanksgiving and joy .
It was a gift and reward for making her “proud”
Such food fill you from your heart to your stomach.
Its a meal that can heal and make whole 🦋🦋
A meal that makes you know why home is home 🏡.