Alright, buckle up

My dad’s Romanian,

My mom and I? Professional nomads.

One day Ukraine,

Next day Georgia —

Hide-and-seek but on expert mode.

I survived two wars,

Because Crimea decided to give me

the “premium trauma package”

free of charge.

Now my home is Moldova —

the land of peace, mamaliga,

and people who say “come eat”

before they say “hello”.

And listen,

I eat hamburgers like Donald Trump

on a Sunday mood swing.

Bacon and eggs?

Serve it up — my inner American awakens.

Salads with chicken?

Call me Melania,

but only the salad-eating version,

not the White House one.

And yes —

I adore mamaliga,

tokitura too,

don’t judge me,

my stomach has no borders.

You give me borscht?

Fine, I’ll eat it with salo,

like a true warrior…

even though I hate borscht

and salo hates me back.

I love cabbage rolls —

in Moldova we call them sarmale,

in my house we call them

“don’t touch, they’re mine”.

French fries?

Mititei?

Please, I was born ready.

When I peel potatoes

and throw them into hot oil,

it sounds like fireworks,

and honestly —

that’s the kind of patriotism I can handle.

What do YOU like?

Because me —

I’m into Oukitel gadgets.

I want the phone,

the tablet,

the whole ecosystem.

And yes…

I love Vladik.

My classmate.

His mom raised him like

a limited edition gentleman.

At night, my lamp stays on,

I’m reading a book,

feeling like the main character in a Netflix drama

that Netflix hasn’t discovered yet.

Thanks for valuing me.

My bunny — my baby girl!