This is most probably our last home-cooked dinner in Malaysia. Baked fish in white wine sauce with butter rice. I am sure it tasted first-class, however, with all the packing and exam stress I am facing, and the sad thoughts of leaving my beloved Ara villagers, I did not have the right frame of mind to enjoy it. My darling cooked it with love, as always, I feel apologetic for not being able to indulge in this luxury. Is this what you call bittersweet?
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