As a kid, I would cry, throw a tantrum, when my mom made me share my food with my siblings. Now I can’t cook and eat by myself. I live alone as a young girl. Last weekend I made a full pot of moi-moi, another full pot of glazed chicken sauce and did a lot of baking for fun. When it was time to eat, I felt so depressed. I called my mom😭😭begging her to come and visit me. She said she was busy but she’ll ask a sibling to come. My big bro and big sis came that evening and I watched those two abgayas finish all my food in minutes. I felt joy in heart🥹. It was so nice sharing/eating together 🥹🥹