I probably look ridiculous right now. Standing here, dumb grin plastered on my face, hair messy, trying to act like I didn’t just mess up again. 

But hey, I did bring your favorite food. 

Handmade. 
Not ordered. 

That counts for something, right? 

I swear, I wasn’t trying to be stupid… okay, maybe a little. I just… I hate when you’re upset. I hate being the cause. 

So here I am, puppy eyes engaged, hoping you’ll forgive me, pat my head, and tell me I’m still your golden retriever. 

Please?