Adult friend finded
Pink cherry blossoms and violet plum blossoms graced the sweeping trees. She'd hammered the stone in half, eager to catch a few worms to play with. She used to play by the pond when she was a little girl, catching frogs and fireflies in wine jugs and feeding the fish leftover rice husks and sesame seeds until her mother scolded her.The petals fell like snowflakes, dancing and swirling until they touched the soft, verdant grass. There weren't any, of course, but her mother had helped her find some dragonflies by the pond instead, and they'd spent an afternoon counting them in the garden. And beyond the moon gate was-Mulan's hand jumped to her mouth. That smell of home- of Baba's incense from the family temple, sharp with amber and cedar; of noodles in Grandmother Fa's special pork broth; of jasmine flowers that Mama used to scent her skin.” ― “She started to head out, but she passed her room.One flat of pale green figs and a bushel of new harvest walnuts were tied to the back of his scooter, along with two crates of pomegranates- half to squeeze for fresh morning juice and the other to split and seed for rice-and-meatball soup.Three fat chickens pecked in the yard, unaware of their destiny as he sharpened his cleaver.So I decided I wasn't obliged to be angry anymore, and I feel very good that we were able to spend time together during the five years before he died.” ― “Perhaps you've been through a seemingly endless string of difficult circumstances in life or you still feel anger toward your parents for painful childhood memories you have. If this has been your experience, and you've placed those memories in a vault, locked them away, and buried the key, who could blame you?Whatever the difficulties you've faced, you can overcome the lies attached to your private logic that continue to hold you back. But, by doing so, what else--besides your memories--have you placed in that vault?Sirine's earliest memory was of sitting on a phone book on a kitchen chair, the sour-tart smell of pickled grape leaves in the air.
Sirine's mother strained the salted yogurt through cheesecloth to make creamy labneh, stirred the onion and lentils together in a heavy iron pan to make mjeddrah, and studded joints of lamb with fat cloves of garlic to make roasted kharuf.tags: abuse, abusive, bad-parenting, brainwashing, broken-home, childhood, childhood-memories, didn-t-mean-it, divorce, emotional-abuse, false-beliefs, family, father, harm, heartbreak, heartbroken, hurt, indoctrination, limitations, limits, love-lost, loyalty, mental-abuse, mother, parenthood, parents, parents-and-children, psychological-abuse, relationships, scars “Childhood memories were like airplane luggage; no matter how far you were traveling or how long you needed them to last, you were only ever allowed two bags.And while those bags might hold a few hazy recollections—a diner with a jukebox at the table, being pushed on a swing set, the way it felt to be picked up and spun around—it didn’t seem enough to last a whole lifetime.” ― “Gdje su zlatne ptice ljudskih snova, preko kojih se to bezbrojnih mora i vrletnih planina do njih dolazi?This self-appointed class is the only one I've ever studied well for.I started playing around with the staples of the house: rice, beans, plantains, and chicken.As young adults, we look to recapture it all and find the person who can relate to all of it, and we add a shade of shallowness to it.As adults, we come to the realization that we have been trying to recapture the simplicity of the purest form of love - happy love.Da li nam se ta duboka čežnja djetinje nerazumnosti posigurno javlja samo kao tužni znak izvezen na mahramama i na safijanskim koricama nepotrebnih knjiga?” ― “In the life of everyone there is a limited number of experiences which are not written upon the memory, but stamped there with a die; and in the long years after, they can be called up in detail, and every emotion that was stirred by them can be lived through anew; these are the tragedies of life.” ― “Do you remember the unbidden summer rain Washing the dew from mulberries away?He pulled two kilos of java beans from the freezer.Gathered last May, shucked and peeled on a quiet afternoon, they defrosted in a colander for a layered frittata his mother used to make with fistfuls of dill and sprinkled with sea salt.