
Cooper lifts the sandwich from the kitchen counter. His first attempt at making one is a far cry from mom’s, but it’ll have to do.
“What are you doing Coop?”
Cooper spins and hides the sandwich behind his back. Mom is in the doorway, arms crossed.
“What do you have?”
Cooper frowns, lowers his head, and reveals the sandwich in his hands. “I’m hungry. Can I have it?”
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