I am six years old; it is lunch time. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich gets sat in front of me; “eat up,” says my mom. I struggle to chew as the bread starts sticking to the roof of my mouth. Half way done with the sandwich, “I’m done.”
I am six years old; it is lunch time. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich gets sat in front of me; “eat up,” says my mom. I struggle to chew as the bread starts sticking to the roof of my mouth. Half way done with the sandwich, “I’m done.”