![]() ![]() We didn’t know how long it would be until it was safe to see each other again, but she wanted me to leave with the tastes and smells of home. After we had loaded the moving truck, we hugged each other close to say goodbye, our dog nervously jumping and pawing us, not understanding. We went to the store together to pick out my first wok, and she remembered all the herbs and Lee Kum Kee sauces I would need that I would surely have forgotten. My mother stayed up for hours with me to help nestle bubble-wrapped jars of dried red dates, goji berries, and preserved black beans into cardboard boxes. Predictably, I waited until the last few days before packing my things. THIS PAST YEAR, I moved cross-country from the small tenement apartment where I grew up, in the process moving away from my mother. ![]()
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