It's been months since I started begging my mother to cook me my favorite dish. I've been craving it for so long but she never listen to me.  Until one day, I woke up with a very familiar smell (the kitchen is just outside my room). I went outside to find out that it was my favorite dish being served at the table. Without any doubt, not even washing my face, I sat down in the table. My mom's shrimps are simply one of a kind. The crispiness, juiciness, and sweetness of the shrimps are incomparable. You couldn't help but eat and eat and eat one shrimp and another. I almost finished the whole platter.