Dear Beloved
"Food for the soul can never be poison" ___Anon. Amore mio💗, I don't know the best memory of my life. Though I am full of memories, I cannot pick out the best one. My life is a mosaic of memories. I remember the time Mama cooked that chicken stew, and the broth was eaten with mashed potatoes. It was the first time I had tried them, and I remember the apprehension I felt (as with any new food) that I wasn't going to like it. I loved it. I remember that time I crawled into that mangled old house through the kitchen window, cause I was so small, and I felt triumphant. No one could keep me out. Not even with a locked door. Ooh and that time when we were going for a school trip, and I had gotten so many snacks, I wondered how and with whom I was going to eat them. Perhaps it was when I was brought to literal tears after watching a movie or series that touched my soul, maybe it was the day we went for ice cream together, perhaps it was when I watched the serenit...