My little girl wanted to help me make breakfast this morning. Tuesday was the most joyful and helpful five year I knew,
but I'm her father and maybe we all have little girls we love. She already had her breakfast so we only had to cook for one, me.
Anyway basically with a five year old helping just meant 'staying out of the way'. So I toasted some bread and fried a couple of eggs
and some bacon, of course. I dropped these onto a plate and was going to help Tuesday help me make some orange Tang.
Then the wife called from the bedroom and I had to go see whats up. When I got back Tuesday had the filled glass on the table.
I'm a voracious eater. I swallowed that toast, bacon and eggs in four bites. I pick up the glass, the color didn't look orangy right,
but what are you going to do? She's five already. I took a good size gulp. Horrible! But I refused to gag and drank down the rest of
the glass. Really nasty stuff.
I went to the living room to watch espn when the shake hit. Right off I knew something inside me was
wrong. That Tang was really alful. I stummbled back to the kitchen and I noticed the door to the garage was open. It wasn't open when
I started breakfest. Next to the door was a now empty bottle of antifreeze. Tuesday had poisoned me! Whatever happens in the make belive world
of kids, she had filled that glass with orange colored antifreeze! By then the shakes had become violent, painful spasms. Tuesday was watching at me. She was a really happy little girl because she was still smilling.
The wife called 911 but it was too late. I died.
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