Food is my family’s way of bonding. So much so, it’s ritual now that we eat together once a week — wherever we eat, it’ll be Chinese; whatever we order will be way too much. And however we eat, my parents will tell me to finish every last bite.

When we’re twenty minutes late to work, we feel it.
When we’re stuck in traffic, we feel it then too.
And when we’re on vacation, counting the days we have left, we feel it also. 

Because time and its scarcity is how most of us experience it: on most days, it’s never enough.