Day 37: Comfort. Comfort is a giant bowl of rice noodles in a perfect, fiery broth. It requires one's full attention, spoon in one hand, chopsticks in the other. There is no room for other thoughts when tackling a dish with both hands. A blessed temporary escape from the lump of heartache that has settled in my chest.
Comfort is the sweet, friendly Vietnamese woman who serves you like a member of her family, engaging in genuine conversation and treating your daughter like one of her own children. Her kindness almost invites the tears that are so close to the surface...
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