Last night at around 2am, my brother stumbled home and asked me to make him a bacon and cheese sandwich. He was really drunk so he thought I was my older sister as she is the one that usually makes him such a sandwich at that hour of the night. I just smiled and went to the fridge and got some soy-bacon and toffuti sliced cheese and made it for him, I also grilled it. He started eating it and said, "this a farking goot sandich sis" and continued eating.
I felt so proud of myself that I introduced my brother to a less-cruel humane sandwich and he had a smile on his face the whole time he was eating it. It was the best thing that happened to me all week.