I am my grandparents’ wildest dreams manifested. I have to live fully. Quitting or being average is simply unfashionable. I owe it to their fight.
Their struggle. Their hopes. Their failures. Their sacrifices. Their purpose for pressing was so that I can simply try. The legacy of them lives in and through me. I can’t just give up. I have to push for more, hope for more because I have been groomed for this with late night shifts and pennies adding up to stacks against crumple
It is a generational tradition of the women from my family to say “let me get a taste”. It’s an intimate moment to share a piece of what is in your plate. We do it naturally but with rules. I taste yours from the side corner of their plate Then I insist that you then you taste mine. You don’t ask for the last bite on someone’s plate and you always follow up the taste with a culinary critique of how you enjoy it or how it could be better. It’s one of my “requirements” for marr