I have always loved fortune cookies.
The cookie may taste like nothing, true. Yet, it’s nice to believe that the fortune inside is somehow, in some obscure and incomprehensible functioning of the universe, meant for you.
No, I don’t like to imagine fortunes being manufactured and machine-cut before being inserted into cookies.
Despite my desire to find connections and meanings, I found my mother’s fortune baffling.
Please notice the punctuation too. It is not a question. It is a statement of fact.
Interpretations, anyone? I will duly pass them on to my mother!