Jessica, Aunt Donna and I just came back from picking Aunt Nora up at the airport we picked up bagels and some snacks and Mom said don't eat yet there's a surprise coming. I was starving. I had been awake most of the night and was ready to eat but a surprise is a surprise. I'll wait. I had a seizure Monday night during my sleep so my head was killing me. I crashed on the couch and waited for the surprise. The front door kept opening and closing. Mom's phone kept ringing. All of a sudden I hear Dad say, "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" Clearly the surprise was here or something bad was happening. I was banking on the first.
I get up off of the couch and Tomas and Raphael walk into the kitchen with a huge box. Ohhh baby. I know exactly what that box holds! Dad has tears in his eyes, Tomas has tears in his eyes, Mom is crying. I personally am just about cried out. Tomas opens the box and he made arroz con pollo, eggplant, and crab. My father's eyes lit up. Sometimes making that man eat is like pulling teeth. He couldn't wait. I was more than ready to dig it. Mom says, "oh this is for dinner." Really? You're going to make us wait?! I work!!! Tomas, Raphael and Daddy sit around the table and talk about cooking for big parties, or on holidays like Valentine's Day and how amazing it really was that just the two of them could make so much food so perfectly for so many people. Everything was made to order. Nothing was pre-made. Writing this is making my mouth water. My father has undeniable talent in the kitchen. I love my mother and her cooking, but if my father cooks it is an entirely different story. Tomas was on a break from work so he had to get back, he left with tears in his eyes. My father had a smile on his face. Completely 100% happiness. And hunger. And then we had to eat damn Bruegger's bagels. Not even real bagels.
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