Today my daughter opened her favorite chocolate ice cream, the same one she eats almost every day after school. Everything was as usual: a crispy cone, a sweet aroma, a soft layer of chocolate on top. But seconds later, I heard her say surprised: “Mom, look what this is!” I got closer and saw something strange and dark inside, like a paper or candy. At first we thought it was just a defect, then maybe he had put a piece of chocolate on it. But my daughter, always curious, decided to search carefully with a spoon. A moment later, he screamed. Inside, just below the chocolate, we saw…
It started like any other day of the week.
School bags were left at the door. The shoes were put on quickly. The familiar whirring of the freezer in the kitchen. My daughter’s favorite after-school ritual was as predictable as sunset: first homework, then her beloved chocolate ice cream.
He eats the same thing almost every day.
