Chick-O-Sticks

 I sit here looking at these little Chick-O-stick candies in my hand. 

Simple little candies. 

Candies that my mom bought. 

Candies that my mom bought for me because she knows I like them. 

She likes them too.

She kept DOTS on hand for Alexandra, licorice for Jeff & Reese's and Chick-O-Sticks for me.  

For me. 

After she passed away, I took all the Chick-O-Sticks out of her candy bowl. The candy bowl she leaves out on the counter. I ate a few and put the rest in my purse. I almost can't even eat the rest because then they'll be gone.  But yet, I want to eat the rest because she bought them to be eaten.  How can such a simple little candy bring out so many emotions in me?