Growing up, I remember that almost every kid I knew of hated jelly filled donuts. They preferred the sweeter, tastier, more colorful kind to sprinkled rainbows, chocolate chip gooey crap, glazed with everything else, yet my favorite remains from all the choices. I wasn't even sure what they were called growing up except it's the best kind of all. Ones with the red stuff in the middle and with the sweet powder. It was surely quite an odd sight back then.
Food is often a means for most people to bond over. Jelly donuts gave my grandfather and I an opportunity to connect and share moments with each other. I know that what my grandpa likes, I had to like (or already like). Black coffee, super spicy food, exotic food, and even his fashion statement of high waist-ed pants I tried to copy. It's not surprising that I picked up the love for jelly donuts. Over they years, I slowly lost contact with my him due to distance and all but he will forever be the reminder of my childhood ---my trouble-making days. I don't remember much from then, but he will always be the beacon for sure and guide me even with such obstacles.
People often look up to someone else for inspiration like how most of the younger populace would imitate those they see on television. It didn't take me long to figure out the fact that I dislike what most people like and not even bothered with the fact that I'm rather conservative for my background. I'm just proud to have a jelly loving old gramps that I can always look up to.
"What would he do?" (I'd do it too for sure.)
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