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Every weekday morning from when I was a kid until I was 16, my grandma would make me a big breakfast: scrambled eggs, bacon, rustic hashbrowns and toast.

Yesterday morning I made myself a lazy, unskilled version of my grandma's breakfast. After all the effort of making it, when I finally got to eat it and I remembered how my grandma did that for me every morning, I thought, How nice it is to be loved like that.