greetings to this beautiful community this week something very curious happened to me, I was able to buy oatmeal, well in my time we called it guaquer, in my childhood and adolescence it was a dish that we went crazy to consume.
At that time it was easy to buy, at least here in Cuba is not common today to consume it is something difficult because it is not a food in the markets and its price much less.
But it filled me with joy because it made me go back to my childhood, I bought it right away but now I was missing the milk, another very necessary product but not easy to acquire in these times.
I did my best to buy it because it was really worth it to go back to my childhood memories.
I was very happy to invite my brothers and sisters, because my mother used to call us to the table at breakfast time and sometimes it was even a lunch dish.
After we all consumed it, we liked it and we lived memories of when we watched my mom to catch the bottom that was left in the pan, but I was left with doubts, I was not satisfied, I felt that something was missing, the next day I went back to make it and I had all the same products but I didn't know what my mom made.
So I sat down and thought about it, just something came to my mind, of course, that dish only lacked my mother's hands.
I realized that mother's love, that essence that they put in everything they do for their children, was what was missing and all I had was longing.
That is why I learned and I tell everyone to enjoy moms when they are alive, we become all-encompassing and in many cases we overwhelm our children, but that protection is what we miss when our mothers are not there.
value it take care of them because in their absence we will miss everything as my mom used to say, eat what is made with the ingredients it has and with an extra one that I put today I discovered that it was her love.
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