at the age of ten
i told her
a thousand times, a million times.
i don't like
lima beans.
and what do i see
on my plate.
a big pile of them
next to my
fish sticks. lima beans.
i shake my head
and stare at her.
what? she says.
you don't like lima beans?
this is the first
time i've heard about
this.
no mom. i don't
like lima beans, can
you please make
a note of it.
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