Fudge and Favorites

 My Great Grandma Violet (GG) is famously known for her delicious homemade fudge. She makes it specifically to each individuals liking. She can make it with or without nuts, with or without peanut butter, a lot of peanut butter or a littler peanut butter, and so on. So you kind of know your on the good side of GG when she knows how you like your fudge and follows that up by making some for you. Not everyone gets fudge, it's a serious treat when you are priveleged enough to get a container of fudge.
 My entire life I have been eating this fudge, but it's never been mine, I'm always mooching fudge off on another family member at holidays and such. My Papa Bud is always stocked with fudge, being that he is the only son she can make fudge for.
  I lived with my Granny and Papa Bud for a little while in 2009 and saw GG quite often, and even then, I never had my own fudge, I was still always sneaking some out of my Papa's container.
 So this past summer I was visiting my Granny and Papa Bud, and GG was up here visiting as well, when I finally got enough courage to ask her if she liked me. Of course she said yes and wondered why I had ever had such a thought, so I followed that with the fudge theory.
 Everyone that is on GG's favorite's list always has fudge, and not only has fudge, has their own tailored fudge just for them. I reminded her that she has never made me fudge, or even asked me how I liked mine. With this point being made she told me continually throughout the rest of her visit that she was going to make me fudge and send it to me... I wasn't totally banking on it... but my tastebuds and heart strings had their hopes.
 Alas, after eighteen years and some change on this earth, I got my own container of fudge. MY OWN!! I'm not sneaking in the kitchen at midnight sneaking a piece from my Papa or my cousins anymore, I am finally on the fudge list. There's this new sense of acceptance and love that GG and I share now, the silence is broken, and the fudge has been delivered.
 I'm still in total shock as I sit here munching on peanut butter chocolate fudge, and the sad part is that it doesn't taste as good when it's my own. So I just might sneak one more piece from my Papa just for old times sake...