Rice=Air

Rice is air.

Something that I can not live without.

Something that has always been a part of my life. 

Rice is happiness.

It welcomes me home after a long day and satisfies my hunger.

It comforts me as it reminds of my culture and my heritage.

Rice is memories.

A reminder of moments of family bonding during mealtimes over a bowl of rice and other dishes.

But also a reminder of moments of tension and fights during meals that have made my family and me stronger. 

If I could only bring one object to an island, it would be cooked rice.

Rice physically comforts my hunger, emotionally comforts me, strengthens me.

Rice is air

Without air, we can't breathe and survive.

Like air, rice helps me survive. 

Rice is a reminder of my young life.