LJ Idol Week 4: Metamorphosis

When I try to remember you now, the first thing that I can think of is that day in my kitchen. The stove was on, and my mother, in her black and white dress pajamas and her oversized shirt, was cooking caldo de rez. You called it beef stew, even though it was clearly not. You weren't there that day, but I was on the phone with you, sitting on a burgandy foldout chair, my cellphone in my ear, mom's food on the stove, and the rain hitting the window.
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