1. We dipped our fingers into the ice cold water, fishing around to find a bean which hadn’t been opened yet.  With the sleep still lingering in the puffed up creases around our eyes, and the distant memory of a breakfast which was short lived, we would sit within corner of the kitchen which only felt the presence of breath several times a year.  Our fingers felt numb as we pinched the corner coat of the bean and squeezed the inner pulp out into existence.  Each bean, forced to give birth and thrust into a world where it’s only purpose was to fulfil the insatiable desires of others.  Behind us, the water on the stove would be bubbling in manic despair, fervently trying to cook each and every grain of rice.  The air would be filled with the mingling scents of the marinating chicken and the freshly cut dill, permeating through the kitchen and out the windows.  The beans were all we remembered.  They came to us laden in responsibility and an expectation to deliver.  When they came to us, they were blinded and cold, but when they left they were warm and naked in sprout.  Such were the days of our childhood, brimming with recollections from the tiniest seeds.

    We dipped our fingers into the ice cold water, fishing around to find a bean which hadn’t been opened yet.  With the sleep still lingering in the puffed up creases around our eyes, and the distant memory of a breakfast which was short lived, we would sit within corner of the kitchen which only felt the presence of breath several times a year.  Our fingers felt numb as we pinched the corner coat of the bean and squeezed the inner pulp out into existence.  Each bean, forced to give birth and thrust into a world where it’s only purpose was to fulfil the insatiable desires of others.  Behind us, the water on the stove would be bubbling in manic despair, fervently trying to cook each and every grain of rice.  The air would be filled with the mingling scents of the marinating chicken and the freshly cut dill, permeating through the kitchen and out the windows.  The beans were all we remembered.  They came to us laden in responsibility and an expectation to deliver.  When they came to us, they were blinded and cold, but when they left they were warm and naked in sprout.  Such were the days of our childhood, brimming with recollections from the tiniest seeds.

     
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