Last night I picked up my daughter as she was visiting her mom (my ex-wife) for the weekend. She had a bag with a few homemade buns that my ex had made. Took me forever to get to sleep last night so I went to the kitchen for a drink of water and I saw that bag of buns. I remember how good they were so I had one of them. I stood there in the silent kitchen as I ate that bun and I kinda missed my old life for a moment.