On Sundays, my father used to disappear for a while and come back with blueberry muffins. I don’t remember when it started. It wasn’t tied to a holiday or a reward or any particular reasoning. It was simply one of those thoughtful gestures my parents made because they cared. My sister and I were in high school, which meant we were chronically tired, yet somehow I always managed to surface on Sunday mornings right around the time he returned from the country market. The bag wo