My parents sent me a care package with some fantastic food from Jamaica. I went to meet my aunt in Brooklyn to get my package and although I was happy to see her, I was motivated by thoughts of the food I’d be eating soon.
And soon couldn’t come fast enough.
I am big on being proper in public but as soon as I got back on the train, I started ripping into the bag for the sweets my mom had told me were inside.
I probably looked like a hot mess digging to the bottom of the bag, coming up with these babies.
Then I dug through my purse to find hand sanitizer so I could break off little chunks of the sugary goodness.
Ahh, the taste of home. If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing. Looking proper may just be overrated.