An ice-cream

I fought with my mum over an ice-cream. I overheard dad and her conversation. Then I realized that there's only one chocolate flavour left in the fridge. I screamed aloud in my room, halting to a stop. I dashed as fast as lightning outta my room and stared in bewilderment when my mum held on to the chocolate flavour.

I wanted to be a good daughter, a good girl. Unfortunately my body ain't listening to my mind. They had a miscommunication. I grabbed the ice-cream from my mum's hand and struggled for minutes before she decided to give in. We were shouting like childish children. I won eventually,

Poor mum,but I love her. I know she have in to me deliberately. Hugs.