It feels good to get up in the morning and find breakfast on the table.

Dad got up early this morning to make Chinese fried tortilla from scratch and beef porridge. It’s a meal that Chinese from southern part of China eat for breakfast. I loved eating it when I was a kid. I always appreciate Dad’s cooking. As I sat at the table eating breakfast with Dad, I felt a sense of love and fulfillment. However, for a flash moment, I noticed my thought wondering how much longer will I be able to enjoy Dad’s presence.

For now, I will continue to cherish his porridge with love.