End of the Year
I'm ending the year the same way I began: thinking about food. But 2020 has been a little different. I'm missing restaurants. Maybe 2021 will have more, and safer, sit-down meals I don't have to cook.
My story relates only slightly. In this case, it's about the food I grew up hating as a child. Perhaps you can relate?
"When writing is unselfconscious, when it comes from the heart, that's when it's powerful."
House on Mango Street
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