A night filled with warmth, laughter, full of joy. Having people to talk to and joke around, eating the food that she diligently prepared. Leyla almost cried watching Patricia taste her cooking. It’s a simple dish called Sinigang, something that the older woman mentioned she missed when she’s out of the country. Once she took one sip of that sour soup, she clapped like a little kid. She did not stop complementing how good of a cook Leyla is until she finished her food. Like a loving, proud mother, she caressed her hair and tapped her back as she thanked her for the delicious meal.
The moment where she had a hard time keeping it in, it was crazy to think that someone she just met could give her something that she never had before, a validation of a mother. It is something that she always w
