My mum used to buy me blue M&Ms. She would pick my sister and I up from school each day and greet us each with a packet of M&Ms. Yellow for my sister, blue for me. I would eat them in the backseat of the car, vaguely listening to the animated conversation my mum and my sister were engaged in. Did mum know how she acted when she wasn't around?
My mum used to buy me blue M&Ms. When it was time to check our report cards at the end of each term, I scanned her face as she read my grades. Straight 8's. I then watched her face light up as she read my sisters grades. Straight 9's. She, of course, rewarded us with M&Ms. Yellow for my sister, blue for me. Did mum know that she cheated on almost all her tests?
My mum used to buy me blue M&Ms. Three weeks after dad died, she came home from work one week, her hair tied away from her face, eyeliner smudged. She congratulated my sister on her new test score, handing her three yellow M&Ms with a smile on her face. Tired after preparing dinner, I sat on the sofa, greeting mum with a warm smile. She didn't smile. She handed me three blue M&Ms. Did she know I had made her favourite dinner?
My mum used to buy me blue M&Ms. Did she know my favourite colour was yellow?
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Stress Relief = Poems/Stories.
PoesíaJust some poems/stories that i wrote when i was stressed to help myself out.
