Sour Cream Pringles settle my stomach. I ate a TON of them when I was in Kazakhstan.

Dinara found a can of Pringles on the counter and helped herself. She hasn’t had any in a long time - maybe since we got back from Kaz. She put them in her mouth and said “Wow… these remind me of my old house.”

I really cling to these glimpses of her memories. They are fading.

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