One thing I loved to do with my mom was get pizza. Occasionally, while I was in middle school, my mom would surprise me and pick me up after classes were done.
We would walk to Italian’s Touch pizzeria and get one slice of pizza and one can of Pepsi, then we’d share while we walked home.
It was the most delicious, most special ever! Magic in it was that we shared, because when we ordered two slices, it never tasted as good.
So what do you think would happen if we finished and were still hungry? We would walk back, order another alive and shared again.
My stomacher is grumbling with hunger and my heart aching for the good old days.
Until Next Time,
What is something special you have done with your parents?