To Mom
It took me a while to appreciate you.
You kept nagging, and I was spiting you for that: I didn't want to be happy, or sociable.
You would often say, "be friendly, but don't eat beef steak with them."
It's a cutesy way of saying that intimacy isn't to be rushed.
And I've only eaten so many steaks so far without following this rule.
But with the few steaks I've eaten, I've come to realize that people are key to happiness.
So, I'll be more mindful, and comforting like a mother's advice, so that I could eat more steaks.
A lot of people don't understand how simply, and intelligently you take life in.
So many people can learn from you, but, for what it's worth, I'm one of those people that understands you.
We all appreciate eating steak with you.
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