For The Bag You Brought Home

Mom, I still remember you coming home from work with Chick-fil-A for me — tenders, waffle fries, a large lemonade, and all the sauces: BBQ, honey mustard, and Polynesian. It was such a regular thing, but it felt like comfort walking through the door.

I understand it differently now. You were tired from your own day, but you still thought about what would make mine better. That kind of care was quiet and exact, and it taught me what love looks like in real life.

I hope today feels comfortable and steady for you as you keep recovering. I love you very much, Mom.