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I looked at the bowl for a long time.
我盯着那碗看了很久。
It was a simple soup with green leaves.
只是一碗简单的青菜汤。
But I was afraid to try it.
但我却不敢尝试。
My mother made it when I was small.
小时候妈妈常做这种汤。
I did not like the smell then.
那时我不喜欢它的味道。
Years passed and I never touched it again.
很多年过去，我再也没碰过。
Tonight I took a small spoonful.
今晚，我舀了一小勺。
It tasted different than I remembered.
味道和记忆里不一样。
Warm and soft, like a forgotten hug.
温热、柔软，像一个被遗忘的拥抱。
Maybe I was not afraid of the food.
也许我害怕的不是食物。
I was afraid of the memory.
我害怕的是那段记忆。
But now I eat it and I feel sad.
但现在我吃下去了，心里却有点难过。
A bite I never took
by @zixuan_46