The aroma of freshly baked donuts and hot chocolate sauce wafted through the room.
The children crowded around the little dog figurine who was seated on a donut as the most appealing chocolate cupcake lay atop his head. It was very hard to resist the temptation of taking a bite.
Marie looked at the kids expectantly- “come on grab a bite its all for you”- her gaze was fixed on me. “You can do it, its not as hard as it seems”. I gulped some air, rubbed my sweaty palms together, picked up a piece of the cup cake and brought it close to my mouth.
Mustering every ounce of courage I opened my mouth wide and took in a bite. They all clapped. I smiled and chewed my cake.
15 minutes later while the other kids were busy devouring the feast my Mom had lovingly prepared, I made some excuse and ran away. Once in the washroom, I put my hand deep down my throat and vomitted. I made sure every bit of that cupcake was out of my system.
They termed it as anorexia nervosa, but for me bringing out food felt liberating. I prayed for the poor doggie whose sacrifice has gone in vain.
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