Growing up as a second-generation immigrant I didn’t have any grandma/grandpa figures to look up to. My family became very good friends with another family, and their family’s “grandma” always treated me like one of her own. She would always have raisin shortbread cookies or chocolate push pops like the ones pictured above, and I would always gobble them down.
Thank you Jacque, you stripped away a lot of my internalized fears, I miss you heaps.