today i left work early because i was sick. Got home, and uncle needed some help. Went with him to move some couches from apartment to apartment. Not excited. Tired. So he let me do lil things (like cushions). We showed an apartment. Feeling tired and sick, I laid down on the couch after the clients left.
"Want some malasadas as a treat?"
Yummy, doughy, sugar-n-haupia hot goodness. Limit: 1
He's supposed to go to dinner with his cousin. Instead, he pulls out our nearly-fully-eaten chicken, boils some potatoes, and spends nearly an hour making me yummy, yummy, yummy chicken soup. Moved his dinner back. So sweet.
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Oh, and? This morning he packed my lunch and helped make my breakfast. I love him.
1 comment:
Damn son. you got a good man there. Don't you wish there were more of them like that? Like around our age?
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