
Sprouts
Nov 3 · 3 min read
I started out with the intention of writing in response to Jk Mansi’s, Food Comma, but as is my way, I couldn’t control the narrative of my life. Hence, it is hardly suitable for inclusion based on Jk’s criteria. Oh well, I’ll try again.
Everybody looked to dad to help; everyone except mum. He wasn’t allowed in the kitchen. Perchance, should he find himself there she would ask: Frank, are you lost? At which time he would survey his surroundings…


