u/ArgumentLate9701

When I was 14, I lost my mom. She was the kind of person who could make a rainy day feel like sunshine — always humming, always laughing at her own jokes. After she passed, the silence in the house was deafening.

One night, I found her old recipe box tucked away in the kitchen. Inside were handwritten notes, little doodles, and even coffee stains. I decided to cook one of her favorite dishes, even though I burned half of it. But when I sat down to eat, it felt like she was there with me.

Since then, I’ve kept her memory alive by cooking from that box. Every recipe feels like a conversation with her, a reminder that love doesn’t vanish — it just changes form.

You and your idiot friend ran the stop sign as my sons and I were in the middle of the crosswalk...you were close enough to me where I could slap your bag, and make you drop a calculator or whatever from it.

You asked me: "BRO ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!?"

Yes, I was and still am quite serious about the safety of my family. If I, a pedestrian, was close enough to make contact with you a vehicle, when I had the right away, you're ALWAYS going to be in the wrong.

If my son wasn't literally on shoulders, just know it would have been a messier situation. And yeah, your friend can run my fade too.

Please be more respectful to those in your community. Thanks!