I skip parties to come home and have home-cooked meals. Moroccan dish for lunch and perfectly cooked steak with asparagus, served on an oven-heated plate for dinner? Yes pleaseeee.
When I saw the steak, I did an internal flip and scream of joy inside. Shh, don't tell.
To top it all off, a fudgesicle for dessert :)
I like these nights, where we talk about how I'm still that stubborn kid that wants to be independent. Well, I still like being independent, but that independent girl knows when to come home now. I mean, c'mon, my dad makes me moroccan dishes and my mom gets me starbucks coffee. That, my friends, is bribery at its finest. Haha, jk. That's love.
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