you walk into family video at the same time each week. this week, you’ve brought her something. a bag of a couple of her favorite snacks. “here. i don’t like that you don’t eat till ten pm.” you tell her. she melts. “oh, sweet girl…” she says, smiling. “you didn’t have to do that, angel. so sweet of you.” she praises. “pick out a couple movies, okay?” she asks