“Careful now,” Mom chided, wagging a floured finger in my direction.

“But I just wanted a taste,” I said.

“Well, that’s too bad. Too close to your supper for a snack.”

“But I’m hungry now,” I whined.

“You’ll have to learn, honey. Learn to wait. Lest you let that disappointment crush you like an ant underfoot. And ain’t you just like an ant sometimes?” she said. “In the wrong place at the wrong time. No wonder you get stepped on, honey.”

I went back to my room, wondering how Mom always managed to give me unwanted advice when I was hungry.

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