when i was young ammi packed me lunch one strawberry jam sandwich cut neatly into squares
as i grew older and my tummy much bigger (along with my appetite) one turned into two two to three and finally for some unknown reason there were no strawberry jam sandwiches but ammi still packed me lunch
it was tuna or chicken maybe tomato and cheese sometimes a pastry i wasn't hard to please
and it never occurred to me that my strawberry sandwiches were gone
till one completely random day i'm sitting with my friends taking the first bite of my sandwich a burst of strawberry fills my mouth sweet, rich with sugar it tastes red, good bright red my strawberry jam sandwich came back and i was bombarded by my childhood playing on the swings sandwich in hand red coated crumbs dotting my shirt running out of class as soon as the bell rings to munch munch munch on my strawberry sandwiches
strawberry jam was never my favourite filling but it filled me with memories so occasionlly when i'm feeling nostalgic i'll pick up a slice, butter it up spread my gooey, red friend and share a sandwich with ammi.
I think that culture plays a huge part in any sort of creative work, in this case I decided not to use 'mom/mum' but 'ammi' which means mother in my language. Something I remembered and wanted to share because I was eating strawberry jam with crackers just now. Hope you enjoyed :)