Moi, that was a really
really nice story. I could picture myself pulled up in front of you, sitting on the fireplace hearth, the reflection of the flames dancing on your face. I could almost taste your grandmother's wonderful chicken soup -- the hearty version!
*hands Moi a tissue* Here, now BLOW! *pats Moi's back* There, you feel bettah now, don'tcha?
*wanders off to make chicky soup*