pass the onions, capers, lemon and salmon please
I'm pregnant with food
My mind pregnant with silent kisses
Rootz
I've learned that my father's family are shrimp farmers living in a village nicknamed, "big friend's village." One of my cousins who I am asked to call "Older Brother" said that my grandmother's mother was a great shrimp catcher when they used to go out on the boats. As Older Brother puts it, "When she threw her net in the sea, she pulled many when she brought it in." Since 1990 they have been farming shrimp in artificial ponds due to the decrease in shrimp population. Older Brother says some young men still go out and shrimp the old way. There stands in their courtyard, a great house built by my father's eldest brother. Inside is fine wood and marble furniture and painted tiles. Older Sister, his wife and a much older woman with white hair sit me down with some red eggs and ask me to eat. Red eggs are for good luck when relatives return. This time, Lucky, a senior at the college accompanies me to see my relatives in Yen Duin. ...
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