My mother spoonfed me some morsels of hope she baked one day, when I was attacked by a hunger of despair. She didn't wipe its smears on my lips at the end nor allowed me to do. She said, one day when I wouldn't be there and this hunger would come strike you again; just lick your lips and let the cravings of this food compel you to bake one of your own.— % & Noted, ma! #yqbaba #hope #restzone #subtlyshort ~ clearing old drafts!