The Importance of Family – a musing




I hope you are all well.

On top of all my other physical and mental maladies, I sometimes forget that I have a sensitive stomach. Given that I forget so many things- my memory is amazing, just unreliable -it is not surprising.

So yesterday evening ended with me lying down on my bed, sipping milkless masala tea made by my grandmother. This was because I had earlier, ahem!, violently thrown up in my room, the hallway, and the bathroom. I still have some cleaning up to do today, alas.

That tea worked wonders on my grumbling belly, and I’ve had a 2nd cup today, made by my dear old grandmother. (: Thank you to my wonderful family. (:



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