She opens a cupboard and takes out two plates. She sets them down on the table and pulls the metal pot out of the stove. Setting it on the wooden surface and began pouring the soup into your plate. The very image of your mother so stable and welcoming makes you feel so happy inside. You finally have your mom again. She passes a spoon to you and you take a hearty sip after picking up a lot of soup. It tastes just like she used to make it. Absolutely astounding how she remembered to make such a meal after all this time.