My Obsession with Souplantation

When I was a teenager, my cousin Sunny took me to a Souplantation for dinner, or maybe it was brunch. It was the very first time she and I had a meal together all by ourselves. My parents had always told me Sunny was the epitome of a good daughter, you see, and I was so happy when she asked me out, as if some of her perfection might rub off on me. Or maybe I thought that her asking me to a meal suggested that she thought I was worthy of her company, even though she’d never suggested anything different. (Sunny always believes the best in…