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Meta vividly recollects the events of that night as if it were only yesterday. She was only nine years old then, and her parents left her and her two siblings with their grandparents while they took a trip out of town. It was just after midnight when the three of them woke up to the sound of clanking glasses and a rustling sound coming from the kitchen. Meta tip-toed her way to the kitchen and gasped at what she saw.
Her grandfather had spread eagle on the kitchen table. There were bowls of popcorn, bags of chips, and a stream of lemonade flowing from a pitcher on the table. Her siblings were already seated at the table and munching on chips when her grandfather noticed her. He smiled and motioned her to come closer, whispering that they were all going to have a midnight feast.
They spent the next hour devouring the snacks and laughing over silly jokes. As the night 🌃 wore on, the kids started getting sleepy, and their grandfather suggested they head back to bed. Meta never forgot that magical night and still feels a fondness for her grandfather whenever she thinks of it. It was an unexpected treat that they cherished all the more since it wasn't something that happened every day.
Now, as a grandparent herself, Meta plans to recreate the same midnight feast with her own grandchildren one day. It would be a fun way to relive those sweet childhood memories and pass them on to the next generation.