Other people's parents are so sweet. Leo, one of the confirmation students, needed a ride home, and he so happens to live about 15 minutes away. I'd never turn away a request when I can do it. From previous experiences, I know that his parents would fill me up with goodies even if I was full. I told myself that I'd stay at the door and say hi and drive off into the moonlight. Nope. Nice try, Mark. Not that I didn't want to reject any offers or anything like that. I just had to study that's all. Naturally, I wouldn't leave without greeting them first. I came into the house, greeted them and began talking with his parents. I knew that I was going to be there for a while. (DON'T GET ME WRONG! I MEAN ALL OF THIS IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE...) I enjoyed conversing with his folks. I felt so spoiled by them. Wow, they shower me with sweets when I take him home. Isn't that so nice? =) Their hospitality blew my mind. They asked me to take a seat and immediately offered a plethra of sugary yummies. So I sat and engaged in meaningful conversation with his parents. I'm not really sure why they insist on treating me so well. It's so humbling to see other people willing to serve me. Anyway, Leo...thanks for the good food and don't EVER hesitate to ask for a ride home whenever you're stranded. You know that if I can, I will. If you're reading this, tell your parents I said thank you for the tarts, cake, and strawberry mochi. I seriously appreciate the Ilao hospitality.