Have you ever been in such disgust of something that just the sight of it was repulsive to you? That's the way I felt with the plate sitting before me. My mom had made my brother and I each a boiled egg with what we could only assume was pepper sprinkled on top. I couldn't really understand why this would be anything even remotely appetizing to anyone.
Or mom sat across from me at the dinner table, awaiting my brother and I to take a bite. What did she expect two 7-year-olds to react to this? Did she think we'd happily scarf this thing down without even the slightest hint of disgust? I knew for sure by the smell radiating off of it alone, the smell of rotten milk, was enough to make me run from the table and cower in fear below the table until my mother relieved me of such a monstrosity.
I attempted standing and removing myself from the situation, which only resulted in my mother scowling at me, gesturing me to sit back down. No matter how much my brother despised the idea of tasting this, our mother really gave us no choice. It was either eat it or never leave the table.
I glanced over to my brother, who had grabbed his fork and took off a little crumb of the egg before putting it in his mouth. He tasted it for a moment, resulting in his face being twisted into disgust. Mother rolled her eyes in response. She stood from the table and made her way to the freezer to pull out a bucket of chocolate ice cream. She sat it down on the table before us.
"If you eat your egg, I will let you have a bowl of ice cream," she attempted to tempt us with sweets. "I'll let you have as big of scoops as you want."
That was enough for my brother to grab his egg and scarf it down all in one gulp. I couldn't believe my eyes, had my brother really betrayed me like this, over a simple bowl of ice cream? He was weak. Unlike him, I was going to stand strong.
Mom grabbed a bowl from the cabinet, as well as a spoon and a scoop. She dug deep into the ice cream and filled the bowl slightly beyond capacity. The way my brother's eyes lit up only showed me blind betrayal. Sure he probably didn't see eating the egg as a big deal, but I did.
I looked over to the egg before me on the plain white plate. With the egg and the plate, I imagined a white squid sitting before me, the one from the video game series I used to play all the time.
My brother scarfed the ice cream down like it was nothing. I refused to give in.
Mom excused my brother from the table and he got ready for bed. As for me, I knew no matter how hard she tried, I would never eat the egg. There was just something about my egg I can't quite place my finger on that disturbs be deeply about this particular egg.
I saw my mom stand from the table and turn her back to me slightly. She looked into the doorway leading to the living room. Was that a dark figure I saw in there?
"She still refuses to eat the egg. What should I do with her?"
Or mom sat across from me at the dinner table, awaiting my brother and I to take a bite. What did she expect two 7-year-olds to react to this? Did she think we'd happily scarf this thing down without even the slightest hint of disgust? I knew for sure by the smell radiating off of it alone, the smell of rotten milk, was enough to make me run from the table and cower in fear below the table until my mother relieved me of such a monstrosity.
I attempted standing and removing myself from the situation, which only resulted in my mother scowling at me, gesturing me to sit back down. No matter how much my brother despised the idea of tasting this, our mother really gave us no choice. It was either eat it or never leave the table.
I glanced over to my brother, who had grabbed his fork and took off a little crumb of the egg before putting it in his mouth. He tasted it for a moment, resulting in his face being twisted into disgust. Mother rolled her eyes in response. She stood from the table and made her way to the freezer to pull out a bucket of chocolate ice cream. She sat it down on the table before us.
"If you eat your egg, I will let you have a bowl of ice cream," she attempted to tempt us with sweets. "I'll let you have as big of scoops as you want."
That was enough for my brother to grab his egg and scarf it down all in one gulp. I couldn't believe my eyes, had my brother really betrayed me like this, over a simple bowl of ice cream? He was weak. Unlike him, I was going to stand strong.
Mom grabbed a bowl from the cabinet, as well as a spoon and a scoop. She dug deep into the ice cream and filled the bowl slightly beyond capacity. The way my brother's eyes lit up only showed me blind betrayal. Sure he probably didn't see eating the egg as a big deal, but I did.
I looked over to the egg before me on the plain white plate. With the egg and the plate, I imagined a white squid sitting before me, the one from the video game series I used to play all the time.
My brother scarfed the ice cream down like it was nothing. I refused to give in.
Mom excused my brother from the table and he got ready for bed. As for me, I knew no matter how hard she tried, I would never eat the egg. There was just something about my egg I can't quite place my finger on that disturbs be deeply about this particular egg.
I saw my mom stand from the table and turn her back to me slightly. She looked into the doorway leading to the living room. Was that a dark figure I saw in there?
"She still refuses to eat the egg. What should I do with her?"
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