Thoughts on "Delicious Reasons to Make Your Own Kimchi" - Tejal Rao

I am kimchi. 

Gray.
The Korean War.
My grandfather still remembers the day he had to hide.

The day he had to hide from people of his kind.

All people are his people. Everyone is family.

The night is dark
but the buzzing luminance
from street carts and lanterns
light up what could not be seen before.
The grill hisses as a man, Ivan, flips the tortilla
twice, then chops the carnitas