Having my family (a very tiny part of it) about to have lunch at my table is a blessing. it’s the way i show them how much i love them. see their faces makes me feel the happiest person in the whole world. i missed so much my other sisters who live in venezuela, and today we remembered when my dad used to cook for us every sunday. it was our tradition to have lunch with my sisters, my brother in law, and my niece, all together eating the marvelous dishes my dad cooked for us. the best conversations happen at a table with food..