I was still fuming by the time I had come in contact with street vendor selling fish cakes.
The smell was so enticing that I practically floated towards his stall.
H was a small elderly man with a nice warm feeling kind of like my grandpa.
He smiled at me as I ordered two fish cakes (Odeng) and all the anger that I was harboring before dissipated.
"That'll be $5. Eat it well" he said has he wrapped my fish cakes in a paper bag handing it to me.
I dipped into my purse pulling out a $5 dollar bill and gave it to him saying, "Thank you sir. I will eat."
It is the simple words such as, "eat well", or "have you eaten yet?" from the older people that I love about this country.
Being a foreigner and away from home it makes me feel as if I am back with my family as a kid when they would take care of me but now I am an adult who will be taking care of a child soon.
A very hungry one if I may add.
