our dinner
i remember my mom would always reprimand me for not wanting to cook.she would scare me, "hala, you will never find a husband.you should learn how to cook." i got so scared that i always said to myself that the man i would marry should have the following traits in the proper order: 1) he can cook; 2) he should not be a senorito or a spoiled brat.one brat in the family is enough; 3) he should treat waiters and service staff nicely; 4) he should have nice, smooth skin (haha). and my husband has all these qualities and more.gosh.thank you, lucky stars.
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