the Epitome of selflessness 

My dear mother, who lives her life solely for others, once again flew my favorite cake in the world — pink lemonade from Deweys In Winston-Salem — across the whole dern country so that the cast of the Cake might taste the inspiration for the play during tech weekend. 

She braved security, turbulence, protected it like an actual baby, delivered it to us yesterday as we worked. As if it weren’t already sky high, the bar to which I will try to live my life, in terms of service to those I love, OFFICIALLY RAISED.

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