Tonight my daddy took me to a Thai restaurant and I had the best fried rice I have ever had in my life.
It reminded me of this day, back in 2009, in Cambodia:
It was our last night in Cambodia before we went to Thailand, and I had folded the napkin into an origami shirt. I didn’t even order rice though. I wanted a sandwich that night.
But tonight, a year and half later, maybe some of the goodness was the fact that I felt like I was home.
Home is a relative term for me, and yes, a Thai restaurant brought back a flood of amazing memories. Oh, Asia.
And it was really good fried rice.