Red makes me happy

As I stirred a spoonful of melting butter into a bowl of mashed potato, carrot and cabbage, that I was going to eat by myself, in my bedroom, with a crack of salt and pepper, I feel a sense of joy that only a trip back to childhood comfort food can bring. 
It had been a tough three months beginning with a soul stripping, frightening, plummet into depression brought on by being prescribed a drug that I should not have been given.  
I don’t blame the hospital; over the years I...

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