Granny hands me a bag of snacks, edges soft, the crunch long gone. I look at Mom and ask, “Did they expire?” She smiles, half-lost in thought, “No, love — we just came home too late.”
Granny hands me a bag of snacks, edges soft, the crunch long gone. I look at Mom and ask, “Did they expire?” She smiles, half-lost in thought, “No, love — we just came home too late.”