When I was younger, we had a beautiful tradition that we kept and followed every year during summer vacation. It was like a reunion of cousins at our grandparents' home in Kerala. My brother, two little cousins, and I would meet up and have a lot of fun together. Since we lived in Chennai and they lived in Bangalore, we met only once a year, so we counted down the days until our reunion.
Our bond was strong. We shared immense joy, exchanged tons of gifts, bought each other our favorite treats, and much more. One of those treats was the usual Milky Bar that my mom bought for all four of us. We all loved Milky Bar, especially the puzzle it used to come with, as a carving on the bar. We eagerly awaited the moment when my mom would hand us our Milky Bars.
I had a habit of saving the best for last, savoring every bite of my Milky Bar slowly. When the others had finished theirs, they would all set their sights on getting a share of mine, often managing to convince me with their puppy eyes. I ended up giving them my best pieces, though reluctantly. Feeling upset about it, I went outside and cried. My mom noticed and asked me what was wrong. I tried to hide it, thinking it was silly, but eventually, I told her the truth. She just smiled, and the next day, she secretly bought me a replacement Milky Bar. I was so happy and excited.
Even though I got a whole new bar, it could never quite match the taste of the single piece I got after sharing with them. I realized, "less is tastier." Now that they’re in the USA, we don’t have those cousin meet-ups anymore, but these small memories we shared will always remain a core part of my heart.
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