Fathers’ love for bangi is unmatched, treating it as tradition, not just fruit. Despite our distaste, they proudly bring it home, insisting it’s delicious. Resistance is futile — bangi returns daily, proving an eternal generational divide at iftar.
Fathers’ love for bangi is unmatched, treating it as tradition, not just fruit. Despite our distaste, they proudly bring it home, insisting it’s delicious. Resistance is futile — bangi returns daily, proving an eternal generational divide at iftar.
