My mom made me a pie for Valentine’s Day.
A whole pie just for me.
I could have shared the pie, but I didn’t.
Instead over the next few days, I ate every piece.
By myself. The whole pie.
Because when someone takes the time to make you a pie from scratch and bring it to you still warm,
That’s pure love.
And you should enjoy every bite.
I certainly did.
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