If I am stranded in an island and a genie can grant me one wish of any food, I would definitely say “a table full of all the different kinds of fruits”. That is a no-brainer. 

But today, since my mom became the understudy of the busy genie, she can only grant me 12 fruits- and apparently 8 of them turned into smoke or I’m just too busy noticing the swift hands of my siblings; either way, they’re gone.  

Cheers to a new year!