The last meal I ate was a donut from 7/11. I ate it after I got back home from driving my niece to school. She ate her donut in the car, but she only ate half of it since my mom had already made her eggs and toast that morning. I ate it sitting in bed next to my boyfriend who was sleeping. I sat and watched tik tok while I ate it. I just had water with it. The donut was a little bit hard but I still enjoyed it.
I knew they would be cheaper than donuts from Tim Hortons. It’s kinda hard to go wrong with donuts. It made my fingers a little bit sticky so I used a napkin with it. Even with using the napkin my fingertips still felt a bit tacky, but I just let it go since I wanted to go back to sleep before I had to get up to drive to campus. I made sure to get donuts for my mom and boyfriend as well. I would’ve felt bad if someone would’ve wanted one and I didn’t bring any home. It reminded me of the mornings my dad would bring home donuts from the gas station he worked at, and I would look forward to waking up to donuts in the morning and saying hi to him, as he usually got home around 7am.
As I got further into typing I realized the tie between donuts in the morning and my dad. Maybe the fact that they were cheap donuts from a gas station brought me a little bit of comfort. I feel like growing up poor has taught me to find comfort in the cheap things.
