记得小时候，每当我说“哀家”，我的父母总是会一脸严肃地问：“发生什么了？”而现在，当我站在门口，看着那熟悉的门口，我却不再担心有什么坏事，但我的心里却充满了期待和好奇。因为在这扇门后，有一个秘密，那个秘密只有我知道，它叫做“哀家”。
今天，我回到那个熟悉的地方，是为了感谢一个人——我的母亲。她的厨艺，像往常一样，让整个家的气氛都变得温暖起来。我走进屋内，一股香味扑面而来，那是妈妈特有的菜肴味道。我知道，“哀家”又来了。
我坐在餐桌旁，看着妈妈轻巧地翻炒菜肴，她的手法熟练无比，就像她曾经教导过我们的那样。每一次下锅，每一次调料，都透露出她对美食的热爱和对家庭的关怀。
菜品出炉，Mom finally placed a steaming hot plate of her signature dish before me. The aroma wafting from the plate was intoxicating, and my stomach growled in anticipation. I took a bite, and the flavors exploded in my mouth. It was as if time had stood still, and I was once again a child sitting at this very table, savoring Mom's delicious cooking.
"Mom," I said, looking up at her with tears in my eyes. "You're amazing."
She smiled warmly and patted my hand. "It's just some simple cooking," she said modestly.
But it wasn't just that. It was the love she put into every dish, every meal she prepared for our family over the years. It was the memories we created around the dinner table - laughter, stories, arguments (and makeups), milestones celebrated together.
I realized then that "哀家" wasn't just about food; it represented all those moments we shared together as a family - happy times or tough ones alike - which made us stronger and closer to one another.
As we sat there enjoying our meal together under the warm glow of lamps lit by an afternoon sun setting outside through windows adorned with colorful curtains embroidered by Grandma herself long ago,
the word echoed within me: “Ah home.”
And so here is to you dear mom – may your kitchen always be filled with warmth & happiness!
