I never imagined that I would find myself covered in the contents of a steaming hot Kid Cuisine meal, nor did I believe I would be in the shower for two hours after a strict bedtime. But, 10 years old and in the 3rd grade, I thought everything bad happened to me. Luck was never a part of me, and that was proven fact on a boring spring night.
It was nine p.m. on a school night and I finally completed my dreadful homework. My hungry mind thought for itself when I strolled to the freezer, grabbed a frozen children’s dinner, and shoved it into the rundown microwave for two, maybe three minutes. After wearily pacing around for what felt like ages, the familiar beep of the microwave was bliss to my ears. I retrieved the meal, disregarding the sweet
It was nine p.m. on a school night and I finally completed my dreadful homework. My hungry mind thought for itself when I strolled to the freezer, grabbed a frozen children’s dinner, and shoved it into the rundown microwave for two, maybe three minutes. After wearily pacing around for what felt like ages, the familiar beep of the microwave was bliss to my ears. I retrieved the meal, disregarding the sweet