As I unzipped my lunchbox, the whole place was turned into a spicy curry (咖喱) dream. I immediately hid it under my seat, hoping no one would take notice.
Mom had really outdone herself with masala — our family's all-time favorite dish back in India. But today, it wasn't just about me and my lunch. A warm smile on his face, Ricky invited me, a new transfer student from India to New York city, for lunch.
"Ava, come sit here!" Ricky called out, gesturing towards a vacant seat.
As I made my way over, memories of those awkward lunchtimes when I studied in Kansas, one of the most conservative states, flooded back. I could still recall how everyone would wrinkle their noses and stare curiously when I unpacked my Indian food. It always made me feel like an outsider, like I didn't belong.
Therefore, before my first day in this school, I had demanded my mom pack "normal" western-style food for me. I still remembered the look on her face upon hearing it, as she signed in disappointment and confusion, "Isn't there a moment when you feel proud of your origin?" That was hurting, but not more hurting than others' giggles and whispers. Honestly, long queues were common in Indian restaurants in New York city, a cultural melting pot, but I wouldn't take that risk.
Unfortunately, this morning, Mom had forgotten to make sandwich or any "normal" food, so I had to bring leftovers from our dinner. At the thought of the possible "oh-no" seconds, I felt like being thrown into darkness.
However, before I came back to reality, Ricky noticed my sneaking (躲躲藏藏). "What do you have for lunch?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with interest. I tried to brush it off (搪塞), claiming I wasn't hungry. But Ricky wouldn't let it go, and before I could protest, he had the lid of my lunchbox open and I prepared myself for such familiar responses as "Ew" or "What is that?"
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However, I did not get what I was expecting.
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After school, I found Mom preparing sandwich for tomorrow's lunch.
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