Billie’s first dark chocolate cake.

Billie is savoring it

as she is saving a bit.

She kept it safe, and then bit

a piece at a particularly private moment.

“Ahh. It’s just my slice and I.

This is even more delicious than a slice of pie.

My baby brother Bobby is asleep. So, I have no obligation to ask him if he would like a try.

All I want is this last bite. It’s sooo good. I’ve never felt this quite alive.”

Let’s rewind

and first define

Billie.

She is obsessed with sweets.

She seeks cookies, cakes, and candy, and she never forgets to eat.

Her Mama lets her be.

See, her Mama works three jobs, so she’s rarely home.

Papa passed away 2 years back

from an unexpected heart attack

which makes Billie a very grown

big sister to her baby brother

who maybe bothering her

every now and then, but he clearly owns

real estate in Billie’s heart.

His name is Bobby. She’s in charge of him, and at her age, that’s very hard.

She’s constantly sharing,

and she’s constantly wearing

the shoes of a grown up,

providing comfort and caring.

She’s a 15 year old who is mature enough to be somebody’s parent

because of how often she’s shown up

for Bobby. It’s not easy.

So, treats are a treasure

that she uses to measure

her quota for pleasure.

Sure she eats

her fruits, like apples, mangoes, clementines, and kiwis.

And, also her veggies, carrots and kale that she gets at dinner time when she eats.

But, she needs

cake.

She loves dessert a lot.

She wants something liked bread, baked,

but is worth a lot.

richer and softer.

In the kitchen they left her.

Her Mama is taking a bath.

Bobby is taking a nap.

The universe gave her this gift, and I sure hope it won’t be taking it back.

“I want the whole cake Mama came home with.

the one she trusted me to be alone with.

It’s silky, dark brown, with even darker brown crumbs sprinkled on top.”

She squinted.

Her mouth was watering without taking a drink from a cup.

“I know it’s for the party on Thursday,

but i want it on the worst way

I’ve lost control of my body. I don’t think I can stop.”

An awoken sense of taste surges.

And, a foreign expression on her face emerges.

What on earth is so heavenly?

A gasp as she tries to grasp what's invading her space.

Seventy

percent.

The scent

is slowly sinking,

descent.

It’s preventing

her mind from thinking.

It’s pureness.

It’s pure Bliss.

Billie is so proud of herself for being able to secure this

experience.

a whole cake with so much flavor in it.

Billie is savoring it

as she’s saving a bit.

She kept it safe, and then bit

a piece at a particularly private moment

“Ahh. It’s just my slice and I.

This is even more delicious than a slice of pie.

My baby brother Bobby is asleep. So, I have no obligation to ask him if he would like a try.

All I want is this last bite. It’s sooo good. I’ve never felt this quite alive.”

“Billy?”, Bobby yawned

Her head turned. This sweet six year old wants to try some cake

Once he sees it, he’s wide awake.

She tried to break

for the door but she tripped and fell.

It ripped her nail.

Her lower lip had swelled.

and, the last piece of cake, it slipped and well…

Let’s just say Bobby didn’t get to taste it.

Then her mama ran in the room with a towel on and was faced with

this chaotic scene.

It seems the commotion ruined her relaxation,

so as expected, at this time, she lacks patience.

“Billie! What’s going on here?” she screamed.

Billie thinks this is not going completely like she dreamed.

Ashamed,

she confessed to eating the cake.

and admitted she was stressed and in need of a break.

Needless to say,

she was grounded.

And, every time her Mama came home with a dessert, she didn’t want to be around it.