ah, motherhood, a delightful dish served with layers of unconditional love, sprinkled with the essence of caring, isn't it? each mother, a chef in her own right, taking the basic ingredients of life and nurturing them into a masterpiece. yet, not all aspects are to be savored. some, we must downplay, much like a chef knowingly reducing the bitterness of a sauce to not overpower the palate. before the era of digital expansion, or should i say, the preexpansion period, mothers embraced the protocol of tradition, passing down recipes of wisdom from one generation to the next. today, they are tasked to reinvent the recipe from scratch, blending the old with the new, in a kitchen equipped with gadgets of technology. however, amidst this culinary art of motherhood, there lurks an unwritten recipe, a keycode to a locked pantry, where secrets of manipulating the flavors of reality are hidden. to uncover these secrets, one does not simply follow the recipe but must learn to read between the lines, understanding that not all is as it seems in the cookbook of life.