Cupcakes...
Do you know the one thing that reminds you of your childhood?
For me, It is cupcakes.
I lived with my grandma as a child.
I loved those years; I was so innocent; knew nothing of the cruel world. To me, it was all happy.
Well, anyway.
Every holiday or every other week (it seems) my grandma would make cupcakes. So I would watch in wonder. When she would be decorating I would ask to put the sprinkles on. It always ended up being too much or too little, but she didn't care.
She lives next to me now, and I never ask to put the sprinkles on. I never go anywhere with her unless forcefully.
I'm just afraid. Will I start crying? I miss those days so much. To all those grandma and grandpa's out there,
just know we love you, but sometimes its hard.
Soon you won't be here, which makes it even harder.
We love you (and your cupcakes)