Even their minor baking difficulties couldn’t penetrate the blissful mood. My mom picked up the candy writing tool and began writing on the chocolate books she made. They were small and I told her that she probably shouldn’t try to write on them, but she decided that she was going to do it; and that was that. I watched her move the tool in different directions, attempting to make words in cursive. For a little while, I thought they were going to turn out well, and I’d have to eat my words. But when I got up from my seat and went over to take a look, I busted out in laughter as I looked at the mush of words that she’d tried to create. “The words are too long, it doesn’t even fit,” I said though my fit of amusement. Even though she didn’t think it was funny, she chuckled at my fit anyway and smiled as she said, “I’m finishing them!”