Food.

When I was a child, and even until some time ago, I was afraid of onions. I didn't like them, people said I was crazy because they are good for you. I stayed away from them for a long time, not eating them when I had the chance. 'They make you cry, you can't resist', my grandma always said. But I didn't like to cry, I hated crying, it showed weakness. My dad always said: 'You're gonna cry again... there we go, I can't tell you anything without you crying', but I couldn't help it, I tried to talk, but my throat was blocked, my eyes started tearing up without me even realising I was already crying...

Why was it?... We argued a lot. I couldn't talk to him, he didn't let me. He hurt me. I felt like he didn't want me to live my life...

Then I left, I couldn't do it anymore, I could be calm. I had to work hard, professional training in the morning, the university in the afternoon, and night job teaching, even Saturday mornings, but finally I didn't cry every other weekend, I didn't have to fight to be considered...

I started cooking more and more and enjoying everything about it... even onions. I was sceptical at first, but I was trying everything, so why not? And I liked it, I started using it, and I didn't cry as much, I even like the smell of it in the kitchen, it gives food something I cannot describe. 

My dad and I get along now... I got older, he got softer. We talked once and he was the one who cried...