The supervisor was a young man in his early 30’s. My mom could tell that I was on the verge of telling her about herself, so she quickly told me to run in the house, get a biscuit from the bag in the fridge, and warm it in the microwave. I wasn’t going to defy my mom, but I was NOT at all comfortable letting this lady eat my son’s biscuit and leave one for 2 kids. So I did something really mean. I am not one to mess with someone’s food. Food is special to me, and that’s one of the worst things you can do to someone: mess with their food. But this wasn’t Carmen’s biscuit, was it?? No, this biscuit belonged to my son, and here was this uninvited, backstabbing walrus trying to take food from my child’s mouth. I determined if one wouldn’t have a biscuit, she wouldn’t either.
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