My mama doesn't know this, but every time she has me go fetch her a cup of rice pudding, I make sure to find her the best-looking one; one with no dents, or at least, with the smallest dent in it.
She deserves the best, you know? Always taking care of my brother and I, working so hard that some days we barely see her, dealing with our nonsense (thankfully, I don't cause her that much trouble anymore)...
It's the little things that count. :3
And those little things make me feel like I'm on top of the world. I'm giving her the best I can, and it makes me feel amazing to be... I don't know what, by something good.