Yelling out orders to your family has become a big drag. You feel like an infant every time you ask for mundane things like to be lifted up or taken to the bathroom or even given a bath. You may be the size of a toddlers thumb, but that doesn’t mean you got to be treated like a baby. It’s high time you start taking care of yourselves and stop relying on everyone else. Spotting the heaping helping of eggs sitting on your mother’s plate, you decide to skip asking and get the food yourself. Just walk over to the plate, garb a handful of eggs and mom will never know. Even if she does see you, you’ll only be taking less then a fork full from her. Standing up, you stride boldly towards your moms plate without a care in the world. Everyone continues to eat, leaving you unnoticed like always.
Standing in front of your mother’s plate, you see her fork reach down a pick up a mouthful of fluffy scrambled eggs. The fork disappears into her mouth and before that mouthful can be swallowed, she’s coming down for more. You ignore your mom for now and focus more on the eggs. They will taste so sweet because you will have gotten them all by yourself. You lean over the rim of the plate to take a handful, but find you can’t reach the food. Huffing in annoyance, you take a tentative step onto your mom’s plate towards the eggs. As you step down on the china and move in the direction of your breakfast, you miss the grease on the plate left over from your mom’s bacon. As soon as you step onto the oily china, you lose your balance immediately. Waving your arms around like a madman, you stumble forward and take a dive headfirst into the eggs that you were heading for.
“That wasn’t very smooth,” you groan. You try to wiggle out of the eggs, but they are just too slippery and you slide further in. As you try to struggle out of your yolk prison, your mom lowers her fork for another bite. Just as you can feel yourself getting loose, the fork slides in underneath you and scoops you up with the eggs. You fall completely into the heaping of egg, landing on the metal prongs of the fork. Poking your head out of the forkful of eggs, you look up in time to see yourself being pulled towards your moms open mouth. Fleetingly you are frozen, you can see all the way into your mom’s mouth. You see her fart tongue sitting in the middle of her jaw, surrounded by boulder like teeth that have bits of food trapped between them. Her uvula hangs above her open throat, which looks like it could hold two of you and still have room for eggs. You know that you’ll survive digestion, but that doesn’t make this any less scary for you. Forgetting you have a voice totally, you close your eyes as the mouth lowers on the fork with you on it.
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