The Diet

When Mom said my diet would change, I didn't really think much about it.  I got my food daily, I wasn't hungry, and that's all that mattered. Then, the next day, she handed me my bowl.  It smelled funny.  Like rotten apples.  "Eat it, Daisy.  It's just a little vinegar," she said. Not.  Happening.  That … Continue reading The Diet