>>Pen (12 Years old)
The smell of cookies was unbearable. Like really unbearable.
I gulped as I stood hiding behind the door frame. Mom had taken the cookies out of the oven and transferred them to the plate.
I couldn't take my eyes off of them
My stomach rumbled for the sweets but I couldn't run and get them. Mom had told everyone that no one was to touch the cookies since she's going to take them to the market and sell them.
I watched her grab a basket and leave through the kitchen door. She must be going to the public garden to get stuff for tonight's dinner.
As she left, closing the door behind her. I stealthily made my way in the kitchen and stood in front of the steaming cookies
I gulped again
Gosh! Even the smell is so sweet!
