Little Things

It's the littlest things that remind me of Daddy. For instance, every time our family of three made frozen pizza, we always cut it into 8 slices. Every single time, we would all eat two pieces at first and either my mom and I would eat the last two pieces or there would be two pieces left to put into the fridge for later. However, I find it interesting that now that he's gone, my mom and I somehow always manage to eat the entire pizza by ourselves, one half each, in one night.