Sour gummy worms --- That was the tradition between you and your father, John. Every single day after school, he would go to your local gas station and buy you sour gummy worms. You've always chosen sour over sweet.

Today was no different--- he picked you up from school and drove to the gas station, parking his truck near a pump before strutting into the store. He soon came back out, pumping his gas and tossing the bag towards you gently.

"There ya go, munchkin." He said, smiling.