Fritters

I ate an apple fritter today for breakfast. It reminds me of my grandmother - she use to buy them for me on special mornings. Well the mornings themselves weren't special, it wasn't like my birthday or something - it just became special BECAUSE she bought me one. I guess I needed to feel special . . . it didn't quite work. It just made me cry because it is all she can do to just get out of bed, and no apple fritter is going to fix it.