beginning of autumn
VicentaLakin
It's the season when pineapple is widely on the market, and the fruit shops on the streets are able to see the pineapple's presence. The pineapple, which fades away from its green coats, embellishes the fragrance of the pineapple. Remember, when I came home one day, I smelled the smell of the house, the sweet smell of which was never seen before, and I watched my father peel it down, cut it down into small pieces, and bubbled it with salt water, and couldn't help but stand in front of the seductive yellow fruit. For the first time in life, the taste of pineapple is so delicious and sweet. Dad likes to eat. He eats his own food. Since kindergarten, I have been paid daily for snacks such as ice cream, soda and bubble sugar. Every weekend, after going to the park, I ate all the food streets in front of the station. The next day, he would bring home some delicious food that I and my mom had never eaten before, which he packed when he was out eating. Dad gave me everything he'd tasted, and he taught me to think of family when it tasted. So now, when they're old, I'm going to try and buy them what I've tasted. Whether it's in an outside restaurant or in a café or a dessert shop, it's bought home whenever I think it's good and it's their taste. More often than not, I'll make new tastes for my parents. Food is never just food. I love you. The most basic thing is to wish you well. Let those you love taste your love and give them all the good things you feel in the world. This is the taste of love. Dear Mom and Dad, I love them so much, I'd rather cook for them and give them good food. On Mother's Day, I made this pineapple part, the sweet, sour-sweet hens. The ketchup is wrapped in a cosmopolitan piece of meat, and the pineapple is sour, fresh, super-eating, and Mom and Dad love it. It's time for love to come, and it's time for you to be good to my parents and make them healthy and happy. I love you
