Nothing is familiar to this kid. Roadsigns. Milk. Carpet. Air conditioning. Money. TV. Schools. Phones. People. I could literally go on and on...
We bought some rice on Saturday and she came home and made some rice with this Hunan sauce that she brought with her. She sat on the couch and cried huge tears in her rice.
There is something nearly visceral about the affect of food. I am so thankful I had my experiences in China and understand what that is like when you are so desperate for comfort and familiarity that food can bring you to tears.
I think we're gunna need more rice.
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