Today, I want oxtail soup. I want to hear my mother in the kitchen patting the fatty cuts with flour and plopping them into the hot oil. I want to smell the rich aroma. I want to fall asleep to the broth bubbling on the back burner, a forfeited book upon my chest, awake to other worlds while asleep to this one, my mother humming, though my mother never hummed in actual fact nor made oxtail soup, I only imagine it my atavistic daydream wholly imagined during a point of stress.#Mastoprompt #ox