Gingerbread
I walk into my grandmother's house smelling the freshly baked gingerbread as i take a seat next to my cousins my youngest cousin grabs a gumdrop off my roof and plops it into her mouth giggling I fake a smile and steal her peppermint then silently eat it in Time Out little girls have no sense of humor As my gingerbread house is drying I take a peek at my other cousin's house He has a cherry skittle, my favorite "No one will notice" I said to myself As I ripped it off the house and stuffed it into my mouth I turned around, seeing my grandmother giving me a look "Spit it out now!" She yells Grandmas have no sense of humor
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