I live in the South. And in the South, when someone is sick, or passes away, or is having a hard time - we cook. Why? To help... to make life easier... to show we care. Yesterday, I baked four pans of "Neiman Marcus Brownies"... one for my friend who had surgery... one for my friend who's father passed away... one for a teachers' luncheon at the elementary school... and the last because I figured if I was already doing three, I could easily add one more and take it to the middle school office.
Today, I delivered them. It wasn't much and it wasn't difficult to do, but it was a way to say "thank you", "I'm sorry you're sad" and "I care about you". Because I do.
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