Why is it that things from our childhood are always so comforting? Is it because it is something we are familiar with? Or because it is something that carries good memories? I think it is a combo of many things- all I can say is I still love mac and cheese, not real mac and cheese, the blue box. I also still love running errands with my mom, and the local Americanized Chinese restaurant by my parents’ house…. As I grow up I hope I don’t loose this nostalgic feeling, because when the world seems so big a big bowl of mac and cheese will always help me get grounded!
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