Dear Papa,
You always wanted to cook for important persons well now you have the chance to cook for God. Hope God is not too picky like I was. The kitchen still reminds me of you from the smell of homemade spices. It still tingles my nose because of the paprika. But it feels strange now that I don't hear you chopping veggies in the morning.
Hey Papa, remember when you told me about salt and how it makes food better? Last week I learned that our tears had salt in them. Isn't that weird? Maybe it's to make one feel better after crying. I guess it kind of works. Crying made it a little bit better. But I had to pour out a lot of salt until it stopped hurting. It still feels very empty and sometimes I still wonder why you're not here anymore. But now I can leave my bedroom.
I tried one of your recipes yesterday and almost chopped off my fingers. I made a mess of the kitchen. Served the dish to Mama and she cried. Maybe it needed more salt. It's not that easy to cook without our master chef. I wish you taught me how to cook. I wish I spent more time with you.
We miss your food.
And we miss our super great chef even more.
With love,
Ellie
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