How does or CAN a soup represent so much pain, hatred and resentment???
When you let it.
Pho- or Vietnamese noodle soup for years and years made me cringe. I always said that I didn't like it but I think I've finally come to the realization that it actually wasn't the soup I hated but the selfishness that surrounded any evening involving Pho. It took about 8 years to get over that anger and actually feel the pain but then finally laughing out loud at.... a soup.
Life takes strange turns sometimes and last night mine turned down memory lane. This morning I woke up with a mind full of what ifs, wonderment and whys. I also woke up with a new respect for myself and that man that LOVES pho.
Funnier even yet is that today, I couldn't even remember ever TRYING pho...maybe I was the selfish one.
Today I ate Pho....with tendons even, and it tasted good.
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