Memories are powerful, but painful memories can quietly drain our peace. Sometimes, when no one in our circle seems to care, listen, or understand, it feels as if we have lost the whole world. We start searching for a genuine friend, a safe space, or a connection without conditions. But what if that comfort isn't found in people? Lately, I have been wondering, .. if everyone is busy with their own lives, why can't food be my friend for a while? A warm meal doesn't judge, argue, or leave. It simply sits with us in silence, offering a little comfort on difficult days. Maybe healing begins with finding peace wherever we can.