The Missing Fudge
Grandma and Grandpa went on vacation with us to Myrtle Beach when I was a kid, and during the night she got hungry and ate all my fudge. She felt so guilty about it that she started leaving piles of quarters on my dresser every night so that I could go play video games (Pac-Man was my current obsession) every day in a little hut on the beach. It's funny because I don't remember the fudge. I've heard about it. All I remember was how loved I felt when I woke up every day. She has made me feel that way my whole life. I miss you Grandma. Love, Denise