Hey there, evol.❤️
Growing up, we ate at the same time, but not from the same plate. My mom would always tell us about her childhood. Remember I told you she grew up with 9 siblings? They’d gather around a big pot of Eba and soup and dig in. They drank from the same big cup, too. It would have been nice if my siblings and I grew up this way, but my dad was totally against him. He had his reasons.
Now, I find it difficult to eat with people. My siblings are the closest people to me, and I didn’t even eat with them while growing up. Now, imagine me trying to eat with outsiders.
I wish I could go back in time to change this. Sadly, it is too late.
Yeah? Everyone doesn’t have to bond that way but it is actually really nice. I hope my children grow up that way.
Thanks for stopping by, love. ❤️