They say that one never grows old in the eyes of one’s parents. Not even at 5. Not even at 30. Not even at 50 years old.
When so few things remain the same, it’s such a relief to discover that
some things (good ones) never change.
And here it is, the long-time-ago-student still receives packages from
her folks (this time, the intermediate being the sister).
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