I have a candy dish in my living room. It is a star shaped glass dish that once belonged to my mom. Years ago, I went through a phase of asking for anything that I liked or admired.
"I like your bracelet. Can I have it?"
It started as a joke but occasionally I was given what I asked for. So, I started asking for more things.
One object I was particularly fond of was this candy dish. For years, I would visit my parents and every time, I would point to the star candy dish and ask, "Can I have that?"
One object I was particularly fond of was this candy dish. For years, I would visit my parents and every time, I would point to the star candy dish and ask, "Can I have that?"
Finally, last Christmas my mom wrapped the dish and gave it to me.
Yesterday I bought bright red cinnamon bears for the candy dish. Apparently, D does not approve. Every time I walk through the living room I find the wooden penguins next to the candy dish staging some elaborate cinnamon bear massacre.
Point taken D.
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