There was an old saying, you know.
A quick meal you throw together yourself is just sustenance to keep you alive.
And a pricey special meal you buy is nothing but a fleeting pleasure created by capitalism.
But a meal someone lovingly prepares just for you—that's true salvation, the kind that heals your soul.
“...Oh, you kids.”
Actually, no such saying exists.
I just made that up a second ago.
But that's how incredibly moved I am right now.
“Oh, you kids, you didn't have to go and do all this...!!!”
Come to think of it, I've always been the one sending things. This is the first time I've received anything...
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