“But what they didn’t understand was that I loved this dish. I loved how plain it was; I loved how it screamed, ‘man was overwhelmed by the large supermarket’. I loved my dad. I would trade a million fancy meals for frozen spinach ravioli and this man. I would trade a million mothers to hang out with this good dad; this good dad who wanted to be my father, even when the world didn’t really want him to; this good man who went through hell to keep me.”
