Minggu, 16 Februari 2025
On a quiet evening I sat at the dining table, staring blankly at the plate still filled with food. My mother had died a few hours ago, leaving me in deep sadness.
But something made me feel a little better. On the dining table, there was still mother's cooking that had not been eaten. The aroma of the cooking still lingers, making me feel like my mother is still beside me.
I took a fork and put some rice in my mouth. It still tastes warm and delicious, as usual.
I closed my eyes and remembered the times my mother cooked for me. Mom always made delicious and enjoyable food.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a plate of vegetables that was still filled. Mother always makes fresh and delicious vegetables. Then I took some vegetables and put them in my mouth.
It still tastes fresh and delicious, as usual.
I continued eating, remembering the times my mother cooked for me. Even though mom is no longer there, I feel like mom is still there beside me, cooking for me.
The taste of Mother's cooking made me feel a little better, like someone was still connected to mother's cooking.
After I finished eating, I looked at the empty plate. I felt sad, because I would never again taste my mother's freshly cooked food. But I also feel grateful, because I still have memories of my mother and her delicious cooking.
I took a deep breath and remembered mother's words, "******, never forget that I am always in your heart." I feel a little better, because I know that mother is still in my heart, and the taste of mother's cooking is still on my tongue.