There was still a slight undertone of that bitterness but it melded perfectly with the other flavors and they were perfect together. It is tagged properly, if you didn’t read the tags, that’s on you, not me. “When was the last time you ate baby girl?” he asked her softly as he watched her scrunch up her nose, thinking she did that at his question until she looked at him timidly and asked him in a small, scared voice, “Daddy, can you call me something else. Eggs, bacon and cheese she had before but where she thought there would be toast was a weird looking, circular like “bun” with a hole in the center of it. Carefully, she reached up and stroked his cheek causing him to jerk away from her touch at first but she persisted and kept stroking his face to calm him, surmising he was thinking about her stepfather and ways to take her away from him. “It’s a breakfast bagel, baby girl. If the only reason you didn’t like my story is because you are jealous, don’t vote, just move on.
