*taking a few bites, enjoying it, but having a hard time with the weight of all of it. This was her recipe, it feels like home, yet, at the same time, feels like a memory not wanting to be forgotten. Hua sitting where she should be. The pain is almost unbearable. But although the recipe was Kalea's, the love and care that went into it's preperation was entirely Hua. And so he sits, and he eats, and he gets torn apart. And now, all that's left to do is wait, to see what remains.*