When I think of a person that makes me happy every time. It was my mother who made me eat every time I was sick. There is a menu called. Noodle soup with pork Every time I 've eaten there, to feel . Itself as a light to the world. It makes me sick And that was a time of suffering and joy that came with it.
Consists of a mix of vermicelli soup
Whenever I think of her mother's noodle soup . I'm very happy And hope that she will be with me again ages.