We had a deep, cushy, cream–colored loveseat in our living room. Back in Iran. That’s how I remember it. I was six years old. Luna’s age. And I was notorious for giving my parents a hard time with going to bed.
Month : June 2013
Occasionally I’ll be caught standing in front of the fridge or the pantry – a blank look on my face – desperately staring down the goods – hoping that this time, all the produce, legumes and grains have magically developed telepathic powers to convey to me how to prepare them in a mouth watering, nutritious fashion for the whole family to enjoy. It is a losing battle. As my six year old Luna is quick to remind me.