Stash

Hershey’s

In the refrigerator meat drawer, way in the back under the cheese and lunch meat, I found my mother’s stash of Hershey chocolate bars. Three of them. I was probably ten years old, innocently looking for a snack. I gasped. Chocolate—a rare treat in our house. Sometimes we had cookies – chocolate chip or Oreos, and my mother liked to bake cakes– but never solid chocolate in a bar. I couldn’t remember ever getting a chocolate bar except for on Halloween.

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