Almost everyone in J's class is bigger and taller than her. She is perhaps the only kid at four going on five who has never tasted soda. Candy is rationed as is all manner of processed food.
I'm not sure how long I will be able to continue what I have started with her when it's a McWorld after all. I try to replicate my mother's kitchen the best I can so J remembers the food that satisfied her soul as an infant. So she remembers the love of a grandmother who was more mother to her than I had the time to be. It's the only way I know to immerse J in my culture.
Ira Boudway may be right in saying - "Perhaps we are simply destined to live in a world where local cultures exist only as residue preserved for the sake of tourists."
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