Small things matter a lot. It was just before the new year, was at a dinner table. That night, it made me remember my mom. That feeling was back, that eyes looking at you when you eat. Each and every bite that is made with love, has a different taste, priceless. Just one single bite and it made me feel that, the feeling was intense, eyes wet, I had my head down on the plate, for it was a personal moment. This was the best dinner I had, even better than my moms, for every love is unique.