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Strawberry Milk
Janna Herron • November 8, 2019
Breakfast was terror.
Breakfast was feared.
Breakfast was…a complete, utter, mess.
Groaning, the mother of four pulled herself out of bed and tumbled down the stairs to look through the pantry.
“Mommy!” her youngest screamed, “I’m hungry!”
“Yeah mom, me too!”
“Me too!”
“Hey, what are we having for breakfast?” the eldest grumbled, plopping down in a chair.
The mother did not reply to her children and simply picked up a few cereal boxes and dumped them in the center of the kitchen table.
“There’s your choices,” she said, walking to the fridge and pouring milk into four bowls.
She placed each one in front of her children before starting to head back upstairs, but the voice of her youngest stopped her in her tracks.
“No, mommy, I want strawberry milk!”
Sighing, the mother turned back around and grabbed what her child wanted, dropping a single strawberry into the midst of her milk-filled bowl.
Her children stared in silence.
“There, strawberry milk,” she said, yawning.
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