To make a certain Chinese cake, you have to knead piping hot dough. Too painful for some, but no match for my grandmother, who raised seven children. Because of the pandemic, my father hasn’t been able to visit China to see his beloved mother or eat his favorite cake. After months of searching, my father and I found the cake’s main ingredient in the United States. The evening we finally baked the cake, my grandmother passed away. Maybe she knew that even though he was 7,000 miles away, my father had a taste of home and would be OK. — Lisa Wang

Positively Purging-I welcome your feedbacks in the comments and your likes and passing the real-life wisdom on to others as I embark on this new venture of “positively purging”, as I know each of these pieces represents something…