My Chinese neighbour, J-san, knocked on my door one evening and presented three matcha cookies she had baked.
I looked at the star-shaped cookies which were carefully arranged on a pretty little ceramic plate and felt like hugging her but I didn't. J-san was very apologetic that she only had three cookies for me. Being the honest girl that she is, she explained that she had actually made a batch of them but most had ended up in her stomach.
The number really didn't matter. I saw only a gift which came from her heart. And I felt very blessed that evening.
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