My Stale Croissant

For the past few days, my mom had been busy with work so she hadn’t had time to cook at home. This left my aunt angry as she was picky with her food and refused to eat leftovers. She’s been on a hunger strike again while everyone else in the house is eating fine since we don’t really care if it’s leftovers or not. The aunt demands different meals for each breakfast, lunch, and dinner and demands new food everyday. If she had soup in the morning, she’ll refuse to have it again for lunch even if it was freshly made.

At my local grocery store, they sell frozen ham and cheese croissants. They’re pretty cheap. Maybe a box of 8 for about $13. To me, if airfried, it’s one of the best things I’ve ever had. It’s simple but so good; perfectly buttery, flaky, savory, light in flavor but also filling. It’s weird I know, and it’s no A5 wagyu, but I like it. If there’s no food at home, I’d rather open up some ramen noodles from the cupboard and save the frozen croissant for a “special occasion” like packing it for school or something.

This morning my mom asked me to heat one up for her. I’d do anything for my mom so I did as I was asked. When I was done, I saw my mom take the plate and offer it to my aunt. My aunt took one look at it and refused to eat it. I guess my mom noticed the look on my face so she reassured me that she’ll just eat it herself. I went upstairs and thought nothing of it. When I came back down a few hours later, I saw the croissant was still on the table untouched. By now, the croissant was cold and stale. I don’t know why but that got me so sad. Not even angry, I was just sad. The aunt was across the table still on her hunger strike. Like an immature kid, I took the plate up to my room and ate the pastry while silently crying.

I know my response was overdramatic and I don’t know why it made me so sad.

TLDR: A stale croissant made me cry.