Mother’s Cooking

He reached his home after a long time. He was staying in a hostel of the college he studied.

His mother came and hugged him, kissed his forehead and took his luggage.

“Go take a bath and come. I’ve prepared all your favourites for you.”

He bathed and came and took a seat at the dining table.

One bite and he cried.

He really missed his mother’s cooking.

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