A Tale Of The Perfect Lollipop

You have a lollipop.

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A really amazing great lollipop with flavor incomparable.

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Right. So you’re saving this lollipop for the exact right moment. The moment the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and you’re craving something sweet. You carry the lollipop in your bag to the mall because you never know when the moment will come.

But whoops, you have to bring your little brother (or sister) along. This little brother has a sweet tooth and a really loud voice.

You have to keep an eye on your little brother to make sure he doesn’t slip away.  However, your little brother is extremely curious and likes to pretend he’s Indiana Jones at the mall. He’s also three years old.

You stop your little brother from climbing a statue in the middle of the mall. He really wants to climb it though, so he tries again and again, and each time you stop him, he gets a little more annoyed. He gets so annoyed he screams. Remember when I told you he had a really loud voice?

Everyone in the mall stares right at you, silently judging you. Control your child, they’re mentally scolding.

Your brother is screaming and you can feel everyone’s gazes beating down on you. You know what you have to do. You don’t want to do it. You won’t— ohhh, now he’s throwing a temper tantrum and rolling on the floor in anger and frustration.

You sigh.

“Hey, look at this.”

And you give him your precious, perfect lollipop that you’ve been waiting weeks to indulge in. But hey. Your brother’s happy and everyone can shop in peace.

Everyone except you.

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Goodbye, lollipop. You will be missed.



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