I just got home earlier and I was hungry. I called home a few times but no one answered so I figured there was no food at home. But when I got home, I found some fish and some rice. I was like "oh man". Right after that thought, flow of memories of how my mum would just eat what's left and not say anything about the amount of food that was left.
I ate what's left and had a large cup of Milo. And now a second cup. Life's simple pleasures.
