The Last Beans
You're readying and packing your stuff because you have to leave tonight.
You don't even remember casually mentioning to your mom the previous day about how you loved that favorite beans recipe and wished you could have more of it before you left; after all you don't get to eat that stuff when living on your own. Especially not something she cooked.
As you look for things you tick off the items in your packing list, you are called to the dining table for breakfast.
"What?! When did you make this?! No. Wait! When did you get more beans and wash them and cook them too?!"
She only smiles. You see the little twinkle of happiness in her eye for fulfilling your wish. That innocence and that small tear forming somewhere near the corner of her eye as she knows you'll leave tonight.
You insist on being fed by her, now that she made it so lovingly for you.
Little did you know that you were having her feed you the beans, heck, anything for the very last time.