Ten years ago, I was upset because I got caned for getting 50% for dictation. And then mom came back from work with a box with pink and orange rings on it. A bad day fixed with half a dozen of Dunkin' Donuts shared among the family after dinner.
Ten years later, I am desperately trying to fix a day gone wrong, with pieces of dark chocolate and senseless YouTube videos, alone in my room.
I'm not sure if I miss the doughnuts more,
or the eagerness on my mom's face, trying to cheer me up.
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