The Sunday Trips

When I was fourteen years old, my family visited Chinatown every Sunday to do the week's grocery shopping. I despised these trips. The embarrassment of my mom yelling at the top of her lungs for me across the crowd in the busy streets was unbearable. In answering to her, I would drag several heavy bags of groceries she made me carry to her with everyone looking at me. Then, when the groceries got heavy, she …

…tradition for a mother to pull her daughter to Chinatown and teach her how to pick out and but the freshest groceries, to tell her the stores where the best bargains are, and to introduce her to what meals to cook to fit each season. Despite how much the daughter hates going on these Sunday trips to Chinatown, she will eventually thank her mother later on when she has to do her own grocery shopping.