It was the weekend. My mom and I were out at the mall, spending money here and there on things we didn’t necessarily need. We were tired from walking from shop to shop and carrying our shopping bags, and we were hungry. On the way home, we stopped at our then-favorite fast food restaurant, where we ordered our usual. Cheeseburgers, fries, and a Frosty – I’m sure our arteries were screaming in horror each time we stopped at this place!

Our conversations covered many topics as we calmed our hungry bellies, but there was always one topic that came up every time – my mom’s lifelong habit of dipping her French fries into her Frosty/milkshake/ice cream and then eating them. I found it appalling, yet somewhere deep inside, secretly, I knew exactly what she meant. I liked to drink a big swig of my milkshake after eating a handful of fries. But never, never, would I ever blatantly dip a French fry into my milkshake like that. The very act was offensive, to say the least.
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