A lot of my sisters and my parents would get together and cook up a meal, a big feast for us.
It was always the same: roast chicken, mashed potatoes, roast turkey, roasted broccoli.
We were never satisfied.
We wanted something more, more extravagant, and our mothers would say, “It’s not enough!”
We were so young and we had to grow up fast.
We grew up in a different world.
Today, I would never dream of doing that, so I am really happy that my parents still cook and bake for us and they still have the recipes that they remember.
But then, I feel like we didn’t always have to cook like this.
I think our mothers were more self-reliant.
They would say to us, “When you grow up, I want you to have the cooking you know.”
The same with my sisters.
They were self-sufficient.
They didn’t need a mother or a dad.
They had their own ways of cooking.
It’s very interesting that my mom still does her cooking and baking.
I am very proud of my mother.
She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.
My sisters and I are very grateful for her.
I miss her so much.
What a beautiful woman.
You can’t help but feel that she was the best mother.
I can’t imagine her doing anything else.
The best mother in the world, indeed.