Chai tea is a combination of two tastes I really dislike.

This is the second piece shared by Emily, a kind hearted soul I once lived with when we both worked in Northern Lebanon years back. From workplace confidants to nightlife buddies, our friendship continues to bloom in spite of distance and time.

Her story is a reminder that not all food memories are happy ones, not all foods pleasing to the palette or hearts. This is a story of sorrow, tradition, and spice.