Mak

I’ve lived long enough to know that life doesn’t follow recipes — but a good plate of nasi lemak sure helps. My daughter Orked is my mirror, sometimes stubborn, always full of fire. I watch her, I listen more than I speak, and I cook — because love tastes better with a little spice. I’ve learned that holding on too tight cracks the egg, but letting go too soon leaves the rice undercooked. I’ve seen whirlwinds come and go. I stay.