Yeah, we were dirt poor.

Yeah, we were dirt poor. Boohoo. We always made the best of it. For my 16th birthday, Mom knew I loved butterhorns, so she got some candles and stuck them in a stack of four. I loved that–it was so incredibly thoughtful and wacky, at a time when we could barely afford that stupid package of pastries. I remember the stack slipping and how we laughed and tried to keep them together. We gave up and ate them.

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