When I was a child, my parents would ask me if I wanted a baked potato. They would take me to te grovery store on a cold winter night and I would buy those big 3-5 lb potato bags. We would go home and I would help my dad wrap tem into foil and we threw them into the fire place after lighting the fire place of course. We would sit next to the fireplace to stay warm and then watch a movie as a family. When it was about a half hour or so later, they would take out the potato to see if it was done. Then they gave us buter to spread on the potato and we each ate a whole potato. We stopped sitting by te fire as a family.we stopped eating as a family.and I never ate a baked potato again until this year.my second year at Ucsd where I realized how good it still tasted altough it is not from my fireplace at home. It makes me think of those nights when I used to be close to my family.and when I used to feel loved by my parents. Nowadays, the fireplace is out of date, time is overrated, and the love is gone. When I marry Hung, I want to be able to give our kids the same feeling of warmth and love when they get older.and hopefully it will never stop. I want to use the fireplace as a source of heat, even though it may seem ancient. I want to cook potatoes in the fire, and teach my kids what I once knew.and maybe they will realize how lucky they are to have me and Hung as parents who love each oter.and love them dearly.but until that day, I can only wait for the moment to share a cold winter night with my husband, our kids, and some baked potatoes.
