My grandma. And I am so glad I took it. I was four years old and it was an oatmeal cookie, the same oatmeal cookie that I bake today. She died a few weeks later. And I am blissfully aware of that happy memory of her handing me an over-sized oatmeal cookie and smiling from ear to ear as I clumsily bit into it and smiled in return.
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