Aastha, you stole my heart right here. My mother did the same thing. She always ate the crumbs and broken bits so everyone else could have the whole ones.

I don’t think I’d really even noticed it until I read this and then my mind flashed back in time and I could see her doing the very same thing. Not just cookies. The broken holuptsi, broken cookies, all the less than perfect things that appear at a meal were the bits my mother took for herself.

Thank you for showing me that memory. It feels very poignant. ❤