Sounds so simple right? just plain old white rice, I'm sure any given stranger would think nothing of it.But ask any close friend of Monique's about her white rice and they will tell you she made the best.
Today not only did I attempt to cook myself a descent meal, I attempted to make white rice, without Monique walking me through every step, and yes even with her talking me through it, it still never come out and she would laugh and just say that she was the only one who would be making the rice from now on.
well, to say the least. I failed miserably. I don't know if anybody can really understand how defeated a simple pot of messed up white rice has made me feel. But I cant help but think...
I can't even make white rice without her, how the fuck am going to live life without her?
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