To my father
This breakfast goes to my father. The food itself is a pun on us both (papa-ya has his name on it and we are both kind of nuts 🤗) Because now that I have breakfast alone almost every day, I miss those mornings in which both of us had that warm glass of milk before we left for school. Those days before I had to stop having a glass of milk because I sing. Those days when I woke up…