I have this one photo frame placed above the table beside my bed. I see my mom wearing birthday cap and blowing candles for her thirteenth birthday. There I see mom's best friend, the Japanese one holding plate of Omurice for her. 'She was a true friend but unfortunately, she had to fly back to her country after high school otherwise she would have made you a fan of her art of cooking like she made me!,' my mom used to say this. In the picture I also see my dad – yes, my mom and dad are childhood friends turned couples - standing there looking at the plate of Omurice . His squinted nose and loosed lip clearly displayed his not so fan face for that particular dish. Whenever I see that picture, it reminds me of how much my mom used to like this dish. "Omurice, look delicious?" my dad asks with a tiny smile. I reply as usual "mmhmm, I appreciate your effort." "You got me there" he cracks into a big laughs.
