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Querencia Roots and Recipe
When times get rough and i feel like im shattered in a million pieces i find myself saying " I just wanna go home ", The only place i can pull myself together and blow off all the uneccesary stress. After long days of stressful homework, bad practices or negative people it feels great to come home where i feel like myself and to the people that only lift me higher. I throw off my footwear and open the cold screen door, the chilly wind blew threw my body refreshing my skin. " Finally home " I queitly said to myself. Throwing my 100 pound bag on the floor felt like a relief, but yet i still feel so much weight on my shoulders bringing me more down and down each and every day. All the problems rushed through my head making me over think," why do I care about other people's opinions? " " why do I try so hard on things but never get exactly what I want?" I ask myslef while tears slowly roll down my face. I take a glance of all the pictures and memories scattered all along my wall, each and every picture has such a special meaning. Pictures with my family, friends, all my achievements and each and every moment I was the happiest. This gave me a pleasing reality check, reminding me how much I achieved, how much great things I do, and how i always strive and try my best. Giving me a positive attitude towards myself.
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As i sat down in the living room switching through all the channels on my tv, The ruckus in the kitchen made it hard for me to listen to my favorite show. I immediatly stood up and hurried to the kitchen to see what was going on. With no words said, I observed my mom bring out all the recipes as it laid throughout the whole table. Then she brought out the cutting board quickly cutting each and every carrot, string beans, cabbage,shrimp, and celary. Placing all the vegtables to the side, she brought out the fresh meat then carefully sliced it with the knife in even pieces.Instead of sitting around i stood up and started stirring the thick noodles around in different directions.
" Mom why are you making such a humongous bowl, all for me? " I said, she giggled and said " No silly! Today is papas 70ths birthday" I sat down near the counter and continued observing my mom." Why do we always make pancit for everyone's birthdays" I asked. My mom poured the first batch of pancit in the pan then came to sit by me, " We enjoy making pancit on our family's and friends birthdays because noodles represent having long life, so on birthdays it's traditional to cook pancit so they have many more birthdays to come!" |