A Fusion of Time

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A Fusion of Time

I could hear the adrenaline laced yelps as I slowly spun around in confusion. Each banana colored step looked exactly the same and continued on in a maze of fruity loneliness. Light cracked in between one of the yellow steps and I could see children tumbling down slides, screaming in happiness as they won whack- a- mole, and navigated the elaborate maze that had been placed before them. To them Makutu’s Island was paradise and they were living the life. I yearned to be one of them, as I was locked in this cage of uncertainty. One question rang in my mind, “Which way did I come from?” Not knowing what to do I blindly ran around, clumsily stumbling in the darkness. It was almost like an adventure to me, and reminded me of Harry Potter including the ordeals he went through in his quest for the Sorcerer’s Stone. Albeit this quest was extremely terrifying and I was more concerned with finding my mother than impersonating Harry Potter. Eventually I ran into something… hard. As I tumbled down into a safety net that had been laid out for this specific purpose I tasted blood in my mouth. Exhausted, terrified, and miserable I simply froze and began to weep. However this wasn’t the end, as in all good movies there was a happy ending, a worker from the place had come to bring me back to my mother. Reunited at last the smells of home on her shirt brought back the feeling of safety. Just like the feeling of arriving home after a long day of work.

The door swings open in a familiar tone, as the plastic lunchbox he carries scrapes against the edge of the door. My father’s shoes slowly come off as he drags himself down the hall towards the steaming rice cooker that had just chimed and the sizzling pan stinking of the spices o...

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8. Repeat on the way home, Enjoy!

Alright so all of these memories have to have some way of coming together right? Right, so the overarching theme of these stories was the idea of crossing a border that marked struggles and family. With family the border you cross is the concept of withholding these struggles we all have as opposed to letting someone know and getting these weights off your chest. We saw this physically in the story of Makutu’s Island when I felt safety in my mother’s arms after the ordeal I had just gone through. And again we saw it with the dinner table and how we all just talked with each other and it allowed us to become closer. Then another time it was seen was with the poem in which the family is both a warming stew and a helpful Band-Aid. Lastly the recipe shows how we can give each other struggles while also alleviate them.
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