I hate peeling the grapes! More than that I hate eating
grapes with their skin. I feel “hate” is such a strong word. I know I could
have just replaced it with something like “not liking”. But I guess I have always
been that. I don’t remember picking up “hate” for grape’s skin. My strong
opinions actually resembles my mom’s strong look whenever I peel my food. And
then she had to speak, “your dad always fed you that way, he even would squeeze
each pomegranate in your mouth so that you won’t shallow the seed”. Who doesn’t
like feeling loved and spoiled or pampered? But on the other note, that do
explains me peeling every fruit possible. I miss being home. I miss my dad’s
morning tea and my mom reminding be being a daughter everyday. I miss waiting
dad and mom to sleep, just to enjoy one last packet of chips with my brother. I miss me!
