Lesbian Bachelorette

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"Hey sweetheart, " Minca's Father said, as he chopped some potatoes, in slices as thin as paper. 

"Ooooh, that smells good, " Minca smiled, as the rich aroma from the pan, called upon her. "Can I try some dad?" her dad smirked, holding the wooden spoon up to Minca's mouth. She wrapped her mouth around the spoon, taking in the blast of flavor. 

"Too bad they had to take away my restaurant," her father sighed. 

"Don't worry papa, I just need to get that promotion, and then we can buy that place around the corner you always wanted," Minca reassured, as her father handed her a potato to cut. 

"I know, but it's just too hard to do it without your mom," her dad said, scratching his head. "Honestly, it's just been so hard since she died," he continued. 

"I know, but Mama would of loved if you carried on her legacy," Minca smiled. 

"She was the best cook," he smiled. "She would make the best shakshuka in all of Israel," he continued, dazing off. "I remember the smell of her food lured me to her house," he continued, pressing his lips together. 

"Oh no, not this story again," Minca laughed, scratching her head. 

"She cooked the best tahini, topped with halva she had made from scratch," he went on. "I smelled the tahini, as I was sailing down the great Euphrates river," he said, pulling up a chair to sit down on. "I thought I was lost, but I just followed the smell," Minca rolled her eyes. "And soon enough, I reached land again, discovering a small village your mother lived in," he said. 

"Well, that's a sweet story," Minca laughed. "But I have to go," 

"No darling, you must stay!" he insisted. Minca, rolled her eyes again, and sat back in the chair. "The story is not finished," he said. "She cooked for me all day," he smiled. "She served cheese that melts on your tongue," he continued. "My mouth watered as I smelled chocolate and rolls of babka," he said, his mouth watering. "Everything to satisfy my hunger, that had not been satisfied the whole two weeks I had been helplessly stranded in the river," he sighed, shaking his head, as tears begged to fall down his eyes.  "Welcomed me into the village," he ranted. "Never met a better women," he said, as tears rushed down his face. Minca rubbed his back. 

"I remember whenever I'd cry when those cruel children screamed at me, and called me disgusting for being gay, she'd tell me that I had to fight for love," Minca said, holding back tears. "I miss her papa," she cried. 

"Me too my little Minca," he bagan, hugging Minca. "Me too,"