haboora
It’s like a giant sandwich. It’s also small. It does its job, even if it doesn’t know it’s doing it.
The Haboora is like my lunch. It’s big, it’s small, and it fills me up… even if it’s just a bagel.
My dog does the Haboora. He’s big sometimes. He’s small sometimes. He just chews my shoes.
My mom’s cooking is the Haboora. It’s messy, it’s weird, but it always tastes good.