Some days, they would share a chip or two with me, but it was just enough to really whet my appetite for more. After one such day, I was helping Mom wash the supper dishes and made the comment that just once, I wish we could afford for me to have potato chips in my lunch. Sometime after I went to bed that night, Mom peeled a few potatoes, sliced them thinly and fried them before going to bed herself. To my delight, when I opened my lunch the next day, I found a bag of delicious, crisp potato chips. It was the only time, but I'll never forget how loved I felt when I found them in my lunch.
Little things leave lasting memories.
Darlene House lives in Topeka. S.E. Jefferson, Topeka, KS, 66607. Essays should be 300 words or less. Be sure to include your name, hometown and phone number.