Making lunch for someone is kind of the ultimate act of love. It's simple, but it's always appreciated. When I was a kid, my mom would pack me a school lunch, and on the days when she'd leave a note, It would boost my day a hundredfold. It really is the simple things you do that make sharing life together wonderful. And it doesn't necessarily need to be reciprocal in order to be good. You can derive plenty of joy from helping someone who needs it without expecting anything in return. Just giving to give.
That's the spirit one woman had until her sister started to reject it for a strange reason. Then she started to question why she was doing it in the first place. Can lunch really be the root cause of so much drama? Or is this displaced angst from somewhere else? Read on for the story and see how you feel.