Advent day 7
When I started to work as a substitute teacher at Viewmont, Dad made a batch of cupcakes. He put one in a plastic bag and set it with my lunch for the next day. When I got last minute calls, he got up and put a cupcake in my lunch. One of my collegues asked if I had an unending supply of cupcakes. They were all jealous. Until this year, when he could no longer to see to bake, I had a cupcake for lunch every day. He never ate even one of them. He made them for me, and gave them freely.