Motivation

One of the times we traveled in Argentina, I got really tired of walking. I stopped moving and stood still in the middle of the street. My mom, being not only a creative person but also a very rational one, thought all I need is some motivation. She promised me she’ll buy me an alfajor the next time we’ll pass a stand that sells them. It worked like magic.

And so it happened that before we took off to New York last summer, my parents had an important tip for my aunt. “She has to eat every three hours,” they said. She listened. When I got tired somewhere in Manhattan, she located the closest fried chicken place. Suddenly, I felt much better.