31 December 2012,
it was new year eve,
staying at the library,
studying hard as usual..
my brother...
always like to describe the food that he cooks...
using all the words and adjective,
to convince me that he is a good cook..
i will always listen his narration about the food,
thinking that he may be good in descriptive words..
never takes his words seriously...
until...
this new year eve,
i was surprised.....
he gave me the food -- Kabsa
i took the food from him...
looking on the container...
the food looks good..well presented...
when i opened the container,
the smell...
touched my heart...
i was surprised...
the smell..
is fantastic..awesome...
i really attached to it...
i really like it so much.......
when i was eating the food alone in front of the library,
memories come to my mind..
thinking about my brother...
food that he introduced me..
all types of food in his country...
this really touched my heart....
i ate slowly..
enjoyed the food...
this food is so memorable for me..
this food means so much for me....
first time ever in my mind..................
THANK YOU, MY BROTHER...
never takes his words seriously...
until...
this new year eve,
i was surprised.....
he gave me the food -- Kabsa
i took the food from him...
looking on the container...
the food looks good..well presented...
when i opened the container,
the smell...
touched my heart...
i was surprised...
the smell..
is fantastic..awesome...
i really attached to it...
i really like it so much.......
when i was eating the food alone in front of the library,
memories come to my mind..
thinking about my brother...
food that he introduced me..
all types of food in his country...
this really touched my heart....
i ate slowly..
enjoyed the food...
this food is so memorable for me..
this food means so much for me....
first time ever in my mind..................
THANK YOU, MY BROTHER...
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