“Go on honey! Give it a try!”
I looked to my mother, uncertainly.
“A-are you sure about this mom? I mean Mr. Wonka said…” I stammered.
“Oh c’mon sweetie, you’ll be fine!”
I slid away the wrapping, and pushed the crisp stick of gum between my teeth.
“Well sweetie? How is it?”
“It tastes like berries…”
Her eager eyes begged for more.
I paused, and my grin faltered for a moment.
“Jess honey? Is something the matter?”
“No, I’m alright. Only…”
“Only what?” My mother pressed.
“Only… I’m feeling a bit full.” And I was. A pressure had begun to build within my belly. It was as if had polished off an entire Thanksgiving dinner, and