I’ve always loved eating dates. They’re so sweet and delicious. Everyone used to tease me, saying dates looked like cockroaches, but I didn’t care. Dates tasted too good to resist. We had a lot of dates in the fridge I didn’t even know why my mom bought so many, but I wasn’t complaining. After every meal, I’d eat a date. If I was hungry, I’d go eat a date. That’s how obsessed I was. Sometimes, I’d even sneak a few before bed, just because I loved their sugary taste so much. They were my favorite treat, and I couldn’t go a day without them.
One morning, after breakfast, I took two dates from the fridge. As I was about to enjoy my treat, I tripped, and the dates fell on the kitchen floor. Following the classic two-second rule, I bent down to pick them up. Suddenly, the electricity went out. I was confused and scared of the dark, so I ran to my room and waited for the emergency light.
Once the light was on, I grabbed one of the dates and savored its sweet, juicy taste. It was perfect, just like always. I bit into the second one, and it felt squishy and odd. I thought something was wrong. I felt something hairy in my mouth but assumed it was just because the floor was dirty. I chewed a bit more, but the texture was all wrong, making me feel uneasy. When the electricity came back on, I looked at my hand and saw something moving.
Glancing down, I realized it wasn’t a date but a large, squirming cockroach. I gagged and spat out the remains. Just then, my mom walked in with a concerned look. “Are you okay?” she asked. Before I could respond, she continued, “Oh dear, I forgot to sugar them up! Those things always run off!”
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