missing beer

My grandfather Kannadasan always said missing something meant you truly loved it. Last night, I discovered my hidden beer was gone. My son confessed with guilty eyes, but I laughed instead of scolding him. "That's treasure," I told him, "knowing someone enjoyed what you cherished." We decided to replace it together, earning ANDAL Coins through community service at our local temple. The reward wasn't monetary—it was watching his face light up understanding our heritage. He learned that sharing brings matchless joy. Now we brew memories instead, guilt-free and together.