Every crumb I craved struck fear. No matter the joy or comfort food brought me, everyone I looked up to put me down until I stopped. Until her. Her apron loomed over me. The sweaty hands that cooked it were wrapped around my neck, bringing evermore bites to my lips. "Enjoy" was all she demanded.
January 8, 2026 at 2:25 PM
Every crumb I craved struck fear. No matter the joy or comfort food brought me, everyone I looked up to put me down until I stopped. Until her. Her apron loomed over me. The sweaty hands that cooked it were wrapped around my neck, bringing evermore bites to my lips. "Enjoy" was all she demanded.