Something I Learned From My Mom

I’m certain my mom doesn’t understand what I do (aside from working with her at the restaurant).

She came from a different period in time, from a different country.

As time moved on, so did our work, our language, and our culture.

If there was something I learned from her within the past year, it’d be this: human labour is still a big backbone in many things. If you want something to happen, you just have to do it.