I’ll Never Eat Another Doughnut

One evening at the club, I begged my mother for a third doughnut. She reminded me of the dinner on the way but I didn’t relent and insisted on eating the third one. Annoyed with my insistence, she warned me of the excesses I was indulging in.

Biting through my third, my mouth felt extremely sweet but my pride got the better of me and I tried to retain my smile. As my family enjoyed the warm soup, the crisp rolls, and the salad, I found myself unwillingly munching on my prize! Seeing my face, my mother tried to take back the doughnut but my ego didn’t permit me to stop. I ate the piece and felt sick thereafter. I tossed and turned the whole night, drinking glasses full of water to wash off the sweet taste.

It has been two-fold learning, one — to never eat a doughnut again and second — to heed to my mother’s advice! I am none the wiser for that.