Once,someone asks me this question
"What is the food that you think it is heavenly delicious"
At that moment,I think real hard
Trying to figure what food that had make me fall in love with it.
Is it Laksa?
Is it Mee siam?
Is it fried rice?

Still I could not figure it our after much thinking
But,I miss my grandmother's fried beehoon
I remembered when I was still small,
She will cook fried beehoon for the whole family to eat
Whenever we go over her house to celebrate any festival
I love her fried beehoon very much
I don't really know what she puts it that make it so different from the others

I once asked the adults
And they told me that her ingredients were very common
They had also no idea how she cooked it
Perhaps is her experience?

As time past by,she did not have the energy to cook any fried Beehoon for us
Slowly,as I grow up,
I did not visit her for almost a year
Yet she lived so near to me

I always say"ya.ya.ya"whenever she called
She sensed it
She sensed how frustrated I felt when I recieve her calls
I chose television shows over her
Besides,I understand the actors what were they talking
But,I could not understand her language.

Her beehoon seems so distant from me
It came back to me immediately after she was gone

At that instant,I understood what was her recipe
Love
She put love inside her Beehoon and that's make it different

I am really sorry.