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A personal essay, When I cook, I see my father’s hands. When I cook, I see my father’s hands.   I was never a fan of cooking. One would often hear me say, ‘oh that’s not my ministry’ or ‘the spirit of cooking isn’t within me.’ Well, that’s because my father cooked for me. It wasn’tContinue reading “When I cook, I see my father’s hands”