Hey Dad,
Idriss and I flew out to Morocco last night. We were starving and that reminded me of this same trip last year, in which Idriss ordered special vegetarian meals for us, which he thought I would like.
Instead they took everything good* out of the meals—no cheese, no cookie—and I felt so mad at the time. So last night I turned to Idriss and asked him if I should be aware of any surprises coming my way. The good news is that he will not repeat that mistake.
But then I remembered another special airplane meal. I think that Amy and I were going to Florida with you and Mom, and maybe Marc too. You announced when we got on the plane that you had ordered special kids meals "for the girls", and these meals had a hot dog!
Our day was made, and I remember still that you were pleased as punch with your idea. Thanks for that hot dog, Dad. But extra thanks for showing that a small surprise can delight someone inordinately, and give them a fond memory many decades down the line.
xx
M
*Good, on a plane, is simply defined as edible.
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