My grandmother sent me gingerbread cookies when I passed my Licensed Master Social Worker exam on the first try. She was the first person I told as I left the testing center, and I called her crying with relief and ecstasy. “I’m so proud of you! I’m sending you gingerbread cookies!” Sure enough, a few days later, a box of gingerbread snaps arrived at my doorstep. It was like a fairytale, except instead of a witch on a broomstick, it was my Grandmother using her Amazon Prime. I ate one, and then chewed and spat out the rest.