Reflection.

So this is the first Mother's Day I think I've actually spent away from my mom, and more significantly the first that my family will spend without my grandma.  It's kind of a weird feeling -- a mix of disorientation and emptiness.  For some reason, the first and clearest image that comes to mind is me slaving over the stove trying to make pancakes for both her and my mom, and completely butchering and burning the first batch, but having my grandma look over my shoulder, pat me on my back, smile with that smile of hers, and tell me in chinese that they look and smell great and how she loves it when I cook for them.  I don't know what I'm trying to say.  Maybe what I'm trying to say is, 阿麻, if you were here I'd make you all the pancakes, french toast, and eggs that you could possibly imagine... But since that's not possible, I hope you're getting your fill wherever you are.  We all miss you tons.