>You hear your dad scream in the distance
>ALMOÇO TÁ PROOOOONTO
>You approach the room, all family gathered by the table, a intense smell fills your entire being, sardines, eggs, cilantro, leftovers from the sink... suddenly you feel truly home
>He unveils his masterpiece
>You fail to hold a tear, not sure if it's the egg/sardine/onion pungent smell or the nostalgia