The Cheese of Time

My dad brought home this cheese once. I hated it. It reeked. Everyone enjoyed it except me. It's been five years now. He still brings this cheese home. I’ve started to use it in my dips. It tastes better when it’s drowning in mayo and spinach. I walked in and I could smell it. Tired after work, I grab a knife. Hmm. Doesn’t taste bad. As we walk back from the funeral, I can smell the cheese he used to bring home. So, I head over to the supermarket and grab a chunk. My daughter hates it. Said it reeked I smiled.