Do birds fly? Do pigs love to roll around in the mud? Will a bull kick you in the head if you try to milk it? These are the truths of life. I don’t just like chocolate, but I ADORE chocolate. I love it in any form; cookie, cake, truffles, milk, etc. In fact, my home in heaven looks like this: avocado trees on one side and mango trees on the other. A river of chocolate runs through it with a pool of caramel its midst.
Here’s a funny story about my love of chocolate. Tom sometimes surprises me with flowers or chocolates. He’s very romantic. I come home after a tough day and what do I find? In the corner of the counter of my kitchen were displayed eighteen beautiful roses (they were an unusual color of red, almost purple in hue) and a small bowl of my favorite chocolates. I walked in and said, “Oh you got me chocolates.” After a bit of a pause my eyes rose up, “. . . and flowers.”
Keshi asked, “Do you have an Indian friend in your real life?”
Yes. I’ve known my friend Aminie since I was ten years old and she was nine. We called each others parents mom and dad. We did everything together. I loved learning about her culture and she mine. I took her to church with me on Sundays when she wasn’t busy with her family. Her mom was a great cook and I can’t remember any of the names of the dishes I had, but her curry chicken was amazing.
Through the years I have kept in contact with her. She was the one I spoke about encouraged to become a lawyer. She lives in another part of the country, but miles and time can’t distance a friendship like ours. When we talk, it’s like time stood still.
Debz asked, “What color was your husband’s hair?”
When I first met Tom his hair was light brown and as the years went on it became darker. Below is a picture of us at my junior prom, when we first started dating.
More answers to come. Stayed tuned.
© Nadine Z. 2007