A Bowl of Red Bean Soup and My Parents' Animosity Towards Each Other

When I was growing up in Colombia, it wasn’t unusual to eat beans and find rocks in them. Back then, people with recent dental work needed to avoid corn, jawbreakers, and apparently, beans. I remember my dad eating a bowl of red bean soup in the kitchen. It was the kitchen of the last apartment my parents lived in together before their divorce. I especially loved the kitchen because it had two entrances and was large enough for my sister and I to play tag. At some point, he stopped eating his soup to pull a tiny rock he had been chewing on. <a href="https://medium.com/the-memoirist/a-bowl-of-red-bean-soup-and-my-parents-animosity-towards-each-other-261deb21fedd">Visit Now</a>