cheese makes me cry

i was at the grocery store, walking down the aisle to get my juice. but of course, my eyes are scanning all the shelves for yummy deals. and that's when the red wax balls, wrapped in a red mesh bag, catch my eye.

i think they're called Baby Belle.

when i was 9, my parents separated. in grade 5, i moved to a new school, and moved out of my dad's house. around this time, my dad travelled a lot for work. sometimes when he got back from a business trip early, he'd surprise me by coming to school to pick me up.

and he always had treats in his pockets. stuff he had been served on the plane, and had saved for me. stuff like those sweet 'n salty peanuts. and stuff like Baby Belle cheeses.

the cheese always felt so decadent. and i loved peeling away the red wax capsule to reveal an entire wheel of cheese that was just for me.

i miss my dad.