Chicken Noodle Soup Michael Raimondi
I love chicken noodle soup. Specifically my mom’s chicken noodle soup.
It cured my sickness during those cold winter months. It comforted me in times where I felt lost and alone.
I wrapped my arms around that bowl of love, comfort, and compassion. She poured her heart into making me a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Though, when I made a bowl of chicken noodle soup for her, it wouldn’t cure her sickness. Whether or not I poured my love into it, chicken noodle soup wouldn’t heal her. She often didn’t like the taste. Why didn’t she like it? Because cancer didn’t like it. Cancer didn’t care for the love, comfort, or compassion of a home cooked meal. Cancer couldn’t be cured with chicken noodle soup.
-Love, your bubula
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