At that very moment an image of my maternal grandmother flashed in my mind. Lola Tarcing, whose legs were cut off due to diabetes, spent her lifetime finishing off her children and grandchildren’s leftover softdrinks and snacks. When my cousins and I were younger, we’d would go into her bakery and open up bottles of  Coke, Pepsi, Seven-up, and Mirinda. We’d take a few swigs and leave them unfinished on top of her display shelves. If she had placed them in a cooler, maybe we would have consumed them to the last drop.  My lola, who worked so hard to achieve a comfortable life, detested wasteful behaviour.  She never scolded us. Simply finished off our leftovers. Strange… all that sugary stuff  and she was never sweet. Must have been the diabetes making her irritable as she grew older and sicker.  She thought it was sinful to waste food. Everytime we ate at her house she never failed to tell us that good fortune will be offended and will fly out of our homes if we leave even just a single grain of rice on our plates. OMG. Seems like, if I’m not careful, I’m headed down the path she took.