Mooncake

Every autumn I see photos of families sharing mooncakes to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival, and I feel a pang of nostalgia. Not because I like mooncakes, but because I miss being a daughter and having these occasions to gather several generations around a table to enjoy a meal together. My parents must have sensed my loneliness because they visited me in a dream on the eve of the harvest moon.

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“We are quiet around the table. My dad is cutting the omelet and mooncake into four pieces even though there are five of us. The only words I hear are my dad muttering, “I haven’t even served this yet and already more food is arriving.” He is looking over my shoulder, at someone I cannot see approaching the table with more food.”