Picking up the tin can that would make some loud noises whenever it was moved anywhere, filled with something that was gifted from B.C, my father’s side of the family whom we only visit once a year during summer. The tin cans were filled to the brim with whatever it was in there. Our parents told us that we would get to see what was inside after we finish our dinner, after eagerly waiting and finishing with our dinner, me and my two siblings stand and watch our parents bring out two or three tin cans, me and my sisters look at each other and wait in anticipation as the lid comes off and reveals the many cooks that have been hiding underneath the lid for some hours. We are all excited as we see sugar cookies with green, red, and white frosting that looks like santa, snowmen, and Christmas trees and with little Christmas shaped sprinkles poured on top. Another tin reveals some shortbread cookies, tiny little cookies that look like bread cubes with holes in them like lego pieces, and the last tin containing normal chocolate chip cookies. My two sisters and I start to dig in and find some really cute cookies that we can eat but not before we send a little photo to our Nana and Aunt who can’t wait to hear from us, my family and I get into the frame of the photo and holding the different types of cookies and smiling at the camera that points to us. We all start to eat and munch on the cookies that we have been waiting for for a while, the nice faded vanilla flavouring in the sugar cookies not getting recognized with all the creamy icing and the soft and tough sprinkles, the shortbread flavours crumbling in your mouth just like the cookies with the cookie itself and the chocolate chips melting as you take botes of the cookies. Everyone eats them in a span of a week as we all find out what each cookie tastes like and take the ones we like and leave the rest for the parents. We start to talk about some really good memories with our father’s side of the family whilst we eat their cookies that they have been working hard on and finally sending them to us after a few years of not sending us cookies. The nostalgia lingers in the air as we remember so many moments from funny recalls to sad moments. The room fills with chatter and interpretations as we remember certain things that were only triggered by other people's memories. Our family talks with no devices in our hands as we speak to one another about many things that have happened when we were over at their place and taking bites from our family’s cookies that were made with not only just the normal ingredients but also love since we don’t get to spend much time with before we head home.