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  • Today I'm at one of my daddy's most forgotten pit stops - an apartment where Leo and I lived with the cats until a year and half ago. Since then he made some renovation here and kept the place practically closed.

    It was a strange sensation to come here and not finding my own stuff. What you see in the picture is some of my eatable pleasures that I had to buy for the days I'll spend here. Anyway that's what I've found in the fridge when I opened it:

    1) A glass of old uncooked rice I've left behind in April, 2011. From the same time, a 2-years old tamarind juice bottle, mustard sauce, ketchup, soy oil, olive oil, salt, an unfinished coffee powder, sugar, red vinegar, one more bottle of rice vinegar, African oil palm, for fishes, and some meat I cooked in the freezer.

    2) What he put since then: ice cream and beers. Some water. Condensed milk (that he loves...) and milk cream in cans, lots mate for chimarrĂ£o - a traditional bitter drink from Southern South America and gourds to prepare it, but no one to drink it with him.

    Lots of our absences are always in his fridge since he left mom and our family to live alone and by himself. It's not the first time he fills the fridges holes with old loaf and sardine cans. His kitchen has two packs of coffee filter and no coffee; condensed milk and no milk; old bread and no butter; iced glasses and no water.

    His love and care is funnily touchy. Empty shelves give the toothless smile of our missings. I like to think he wishes to be back to our home, wanting to recover the taste of life together, wanting more substance than food in our daily meals.

    He smiles while showing me the satisfaction of his empty fridge, giving me freedom to fill it with the taste of my love and care for him. I'm lazy to cook and pack the food the righ way and put some ugly pots there to make eating easier in a house with an old and broken microwave oven. But this laziness is a family issue, not male.

    He won't come to have meal for me for these days, I think - so busy he is! He's pleased just wondering me tasting his mysterious kind of presence here.
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