Thursday, May 30, 2013

Family Supper

Sometimes I treat myself like company or like family and make supper. Not a sandwich, not yogurt and a granola bar, not a little salad, but a for-real homemade meal.

And it's delicious.

Until I think about eating it alone.

And then I remember childhood suppers and miss all the people I love who are dead or who live elsewhere. 

(A sandwich might have been a better idea.)

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