"Empanadas—you like, right?" she asks, her eyes searching for hope. Yes, I do.
I find it amusing how almost every mother has a way of guilting you into liking foods. Because if you say you don't like it, you risk hurting her feelings. It's the "mother code".
My mother is serious. She looks into my eyes demanding my attention. "One cup rice, two cup water, put all in rice cooker, press button." She turns toward the simple, white machine.
I can feel the seriousness behind their mothers eyes. Reminds me of my mom whenever she needs something done, there is always that look they give you when they mean business.