Love is…

Your dad showing up at your door at 10:30am with a first aid kit, cornbread and black-eyed peas (which are still warm because your mom just took them out of the crock-pot that morning) all because you cut the shit out of your foot on the laundry room door last night which finally brought on the mini-emotional-breakdown that had been building for about a month while you were on the phone trying to determine if you needed to go get stitches.

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