once again, my mom comes thru. right after thanksgiving, as i’m eating lunch, i get a knock on the door. it’s usps. it’s 8lbs of turkey jerky for bagel. he was too hype, smelled the jerky from a mile away. as soon as i brought the box in, his nose was on it. i opened it up and gave him two pieces.
i always say i’m the lucky one when it comes down to bagel, but in moments like these, i’m the one telling him how lucky he is.
(home-made, quality, jerky?? sheesh…he’s spoiled.)
-ratha, 11:48am, 11.23.18