Growing up in the Azores, Portugal, I remember visiting the town’s convenience store with my mom. It served as the grocery store, pharmacy and even the post office at one time. We frequented this store a lot since the next closest one was quite a distance away.

The store had a grungy appearance and a poorly lit interior. Despite my perpetual hesitation, there was always a prize to be sought in the rear corner – stacks of colorful lollipops. Every week, my ordeal was rewarded with sweet ecstasy.

Today, I found myself equally excited when the following image helped old memories resurface. Thank you mom and thank you Amy Atlas (@amyatlas).

Treat yourself,

Grace Ormonde