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THE BOND BETWEEN BITTERNESS AND SWEETNESS IS A BIG DEAL, AND IT'S TRUE NOW. FOR A FEW DAYS, THE SON HAS BEEN UNSUSPECTING AND DEBATABLE. HE'S AT HOME, HE'S READY FOR A BIG MEAL, HE'S GONNA EAT, HE'S GONNA TAKE THE PHONE AND HE'S LIKE, "MOM, I'M NOT GONNA EAT, I'M GONNA EAT!" BACK IN THE BELLY, TWO DAYS. WE HAD TO TAKE A LEAVE OF ABSENCE FROM THE TEACHER AND TAKE THE MEDICINE WITH THE FLUID; TWO DAYS LATER, THE STOMACH WAS READY AND HE WAS TOLD, "IT'S COLD, IT'S COLD, IT'S BAD, IT'S WARM." I'M FINE, I'M WEARING SHORT SLEEVES. COME BACK AT NIGHT WITH A NOSE AND A TEAR: "MOM, GET ME SOME COLD MEDICINE." ALL RIGHT, GO ON TAKING YOUR MEDICINE. GO ON, GO ON, GO ON, GO ON, SAY, "YOU'RE HAVING A COLD, YOU'RE DRY, YOU'RE ON FIRE, YOU'RE NOT EATING OUTSIDE." BUT THEY SAY, "WHATEVER YOU EAT, YOU DON'T CARE!" IT DIDN'T TAKE TWO DAYS, COUGHED, WENT TO SCHOOL EARLY, WENT OUT FOR A MOMENT, TEXTED ME: “MOM, BUY ME SOME SYRUP, COME BACK AT NIGHT!” I'M SO WORRIED! I'M SO SICK OF THE KIDS! IT'S URGENT THAT YOU'VE BEEN TAKING A LOT OF TIME TO GET SICK! AND WHEN HE TURNS ON HIS SHOES, AND WAITS FOR HIM TO TURN AROUND, HE SEES THE GRAPEFRUIT LYING ON THE SIDE OF THE WALL, AND SUDDENLY THE HEART IS FULL OF JOY, AND HE GETS EXCITED, AND HE NEVER EATS IT. HOW CAN I FORGET? THE GRAPEFRUIT HAS THE EFFECT OF PULMONARY COUGH CONTROL, COLD PREVENTION AND DIGESTIVE ASSISTANCE. BUYING PILLS ALL DAY LONG, ENJOYING THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING CARDS, BUYING THEM BACK IN PILES, WASTING TIME WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT'S WRONG WITH THEM. WHEN THE BABY WAS A KID, SHE HAD TWO GOOD GRAPEFRUITS, HAD A GOOD DRINK, ATE IT SAFE AND SAFE, AND HAD A DRUG THAT COULD NOT BE REPLACED. YUKO, SAY A GOOD WORD. BLESS YOUR SON! THIS LITTLE GRAPEFRUIT IS A SMALL, SMALL, HALF-FAT-LESS, HALF-FAT-IN-THE-MARKET, TWO WEEKS-LONG, DRY-FACED, DOTTED, BALCONIES. BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THE CHILD, WASH IT WITH SALT ON THE BRUSH. A FEW MINUTES LATER, THE SKIN OF THE GRAPEFRUIT IS FRESH AND BRIGHT, AND IT'S TOO BEAUTIFUL TO LET GO. WITH A BUTCHER'S KNIFE, CUTTING FOUR MOUTHS VERTICALLY, WITH A SPOON TO THE TOP TO THE BOTTOM, PUSHING THE MEAT EASILY, CUTTING IT APART, CUTTING IT UP, CUTTING IT APART, AND I'M ASHAMED. THE LAST THING I CAN DO FOR ALL THE COOKING IS TO FLATTER MYSELF WITH A KNIFE. ALL IT'S MADE OUT OF IS SILK, A BLISTERING OF SILK INTO THE SALT WATER, AND THE FRUIT AND MEAT, AND RUNNING TO WORK. UPON RETURN AT NOON, THE GRAPEFRUIT SKIN HAS IMMERSED FOR FOUR HOURS, WITH ITS PORES OPEN, LIKE A SPONGE THAT SUCKES WATER, LOOKS BRIGHT, WASHS SALT WATER, PUTS IT IN THE POT, BOILS IT FOR 10 MINUTES, SQUEEZES THE WATER, AND FULLY REMOVES THE TASTE OF THE GRAPEFRUIT SKIN. BECAUSE OF THE THICKNESS OF THE SILK, WHICH CAUSED IT TO AFFECT THE TASTE, I PUT THE SILK AND MEAT INTO THE MIXER A LITTLE BIT, POURED A SMALL BOWL OF WATER INTO THE POT, ADDED A PROPER AMOUNT OF ICE SUGAR, AND MIXED GRAPEFRUIT SKIN AND MEAT, WAITING FOR BUBBLES INSIDE THE POT TO BURN UP AND TURN THE FIRE DOWN, UNTIL IT BECAME MORE VISCOUS, OK! AT NIGHT, THE SON WENT IN THE FIRST SENTENCE, AND HE SAID, "MOM, DO YOU BUY ME SYRUP?" AND I SAID, "IT'S BETTER TO MAKE YOU A MOLASSES. YOU'RE GONNA HAVE A SPOON AND YOU'RE GONNA GET SOME WATER." MY SON DIDN'T SAY A WORD. THREE SPOONS. AND I'LL TAKE THE ENTRANCES, THE FINE, THE PAIN OF THE GRAPEFRUIT, THE SWEETNESS OF HONEY, THE CONFLATION, THE FRAGRANCE, THE BITTERNESS, THE BITTERNESS, THE EATING OF IT, AS IF IT WERE CHEWING THE TASTE OF MOTHERLY SWEETNESS, THE OBSCENITY OF THE MOUTHS, THE INSINUATION OF THE CHILD'S WHOLE LIFE, AND THE LONG TASTE OF IT. A LITTLE WHILE LATER, THE SON LOOKED OUT OF THE BEDROOM, "MOM, WHAT IS THIS? I FELT IT ALL RIGHT." I WAS LAUGHING IN MY HEART, AND HE SAID, "DON'T ACT PSYCHOLOGICALLY, IT'S NOT CINNAMON, IT'S READY!" HE TOOK IT VERY SERIOUSLY, AND SAID, "REALLY, IT'S JUST SO COMFY! I DON'T WANT TO COUGH NOW." ALL RIGHT, LET'S JUST SAY THAT INTERESTED FRIENDS CAN DO IT THEMSELVES. HERE'S THE PICTURE, HOPEFULLY IT'LL HELP YOU. IT'S A LITTLE SAD TO FORGET ABOUT THIS BEFORE THE GRAPEFRUIT WASH