Amidst snow piles that concealed my five-foot frame and paths littered with black ice, my monthly care packages from mom arrived. They contained my favorite chocolates, honey buns, hard candies, and comforting notes that always made me feel loved.
And one day a friend made her way into my room feeling particularly low. So I decided to reveal my stash.
“Wow! How can you live in this room with this box under your bed? If this were in my room it’d be gone in a day. Can I have some?”
I was willing to share with her as long as she didn’t tell anyone else.
Care Packages saved my life month after month after month.