it gets very windy on the corner where i live.
i made too-spicy thai green curry and packed it into tupperware so that we could eat it on the rooftop under blankets. my hair kept hitting your face, but you said you didn’t mind. our noses were runny and tears came to our eyes – we weren’t sure if it was due to the stinging of the wind or the spiciness of the food.
yesterday, someone asked me matter-of-factly:
“is it hard for you that your sister has found love and you haven’t?”
i think it was the spiciness of the food.