A freaking cheese danish. Of all the things, it's a cheese danish. I'm in a supermarket a few blocks from my house, just picking up some groceries. As I walk past the bakery, I stop to look because I've got a thing for pastries. And then it hits, how much mom loved it when I would bring home some sweets for us to share. I'd just had a great weekend, I was doing fine. BLAM. I'm trying not to loose it in the supermarket. I checked out with tears in my eyes, managed to get home, and damn near fell over crying so hard. 

I just had a piece. I'm crying right now.