The stinging smell of coffee beans surround us
We wait in line to pay
The chocolate chip cookie sits in it’s glass jar,
Untouched, full of sugary goodness.
I beg and plead, but my mother won’t budge
All I ask is for this one cookie.
It has been a hard day
This cookie is the holy grail
And my quest is to retrieve it
I want this cookie more than anything else at that moment.
But she doesn’t want to hear it.
A dark gloomy rain cloud appeared over my head,
Rain running down my face