Something I always appreciated and think about still

We grew up pretty poor I think. My mother was a creative and pretty awesome cook, but compared to how we live now, our meals were pretty basic. But every so often my dad would splurge on something exotic, a pineapple, a coconut... and bring it home to us. It was a big deal, we would watch him cut it open and everyone would share it. And you just knew in that moment that that was something special he wanted you to have, to experience, to remember him by.