Cooking

I love cooking.

Cooking and eating food make me happy.

No matter how much time I have spent for cooking, people’ smile let me forget my tiredness.

Eating with many people brings more fun and laugh.

I think cooking is one of the most beautiful love.

Food we eat is full of love, so we get energy.

We can sense the energy of love from food.

I love to eat. I love to see people eating. I love food.

If someone doesn’t eat your food even though you cook for him, how do you think of it?

Wasn’t my love enough?

Was he selfish?

Neither was wrong.

yet, it is too painful to see how he ignores my love.

I had fun and great time with Chicago friends and NY friends. Whoever eat food together, even if it is not delicious, we eat with complaining. The critiquing the food also could be a fun.

Why didn’t it happen here?

I don’t know how to find the answer.

Only I am feeling sad and pain.

I felt after cooking, I got back whipping on my back instead of seeing smile.

Did I fail my love?

What was wrong with me?

I have already told my friends that You can love people as much as you want.

Sometimes we can’t get back love from them, but we still can care and love them.

So, this is the situation to me that I have to go through this pain.

Like “Giving Tree”, can we love people until we become just a stump?

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