Getting my car keys, I left the hospital, driving myself to the nearest Kroger, I grabbed everything I needed for the date.
As I walked through the aisles, I remembered every little detail my mate had stored inside that plastic bag of hers.
The same plastic bag I’d later replaced with an actual bag, and what I have learned while living with Ethan.
Pepsi with straws.
Chicken nuggets.
Frozen French fries.
Strawberries.
Green grapes.
Sour cream-filled crackers.
Cream cheese with cheddar cheese.
Shredded beef and a few seasonings.
Then, I grabbed the pasta.
For dessert, I knew I could probably make something good for her, but Mirella had one hell of a sweet tooth.
Walking past the frozen desserts, I spotted a Hershey’s cake and immediately grabbed it.
She ate very little.
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