Ah, my mom didn't fuss over me with food. She ran out to buy me a new coloring book and a fresh box of Crayola crayons (oh that smells to this day instantly makes me feel better)

When I was in college and had gallbladder surgery, she came to the hopsital with a new coloring book and crayons. She said she was in the store - there was a power outtage. When the lights came back on, she needed help picking out a book real fast for me so she asked a woman for help. The lady asked "oh, how old is your daughter?" Mom replied "going to be 20 next week"