grandma, part 4

Somewhere between the age of 0 and 5 I’ve acquired this memory:

The bowl was large, chrome, bronze, but it seemed like gold. She sat on the floor of the kitchen with a smile on her face, beating and kneading large amounts of dough. Who knew what that would become? Bread, noodles, 떡… The memory ends there but the feeling lasts forever. Through the strain of kneading dough, she was having a joyful time and I felt that joy watching her.

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