My mother's kitchen is always full of things:
fruit over the table, loads of meat near the stove...
Everything is in order despite its seemingly chaos:
the fridge near the toaster, the tuna in front of the custard...
My brother's girlfriend gets in frequently:
she drinks water, takes an avocado...
My mother's kitchen has always been the same:
full of passion, full of pain.
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