“My cousin and his wife own and operate a delicatessen. My aunt is the cashier. When my family was visiting, we went to the deli for lunch.
As we pushed our trays to the cash register, my aunt spotted my son and told him the only payment she wanted was a kiss. He kissed her, my other son kissed her, my husband kissed her, and just after I had kissed, I saw the man behind the me smile and put away his wallet.” -Lynda Howey
Do not assume.
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