After a long sixteen-hour flight from China I finally made it back to my sweet comfy home in Houston. I was so exhausted that I could just sleep on the hard-rough concrete like it was nothing. I open the door and a burst of wind hit me with the feel of bread and hot coco.

As I walked in the house dying to get some sleep I started to notice all the sweet breads, smores, coffee, hot cocoa that my mouth came from being as dry as the desert to being wet like a waterpark. I wasn’t even thinking my mind was just telling me to get a lot and good and as I sat down I looked at everything I gotten and for a second felt like a homeless kid living in a fantasy land. My stomach growled telling me to stop wasting time and started eating like my life depended on it. So, there I was eating left and right not knowing what to eat next I was just grabbing and eating. I was starting to get full, but I was still craving for more and then I come upon a special type of bread. This bread is called a king cake and inside it is holding little baby toys and if someone gets it then that person will have to do something for the whole family like cook for them or take them out to eat.

I came upon it not knowing what it was I just took huge bits off it like it was nothing. After eating all that bread like it was a chinese buffet I cleaned up my mess and started walking towards the living room feeling like I just got out of a eating contest. After a good thirty minutes my stomach started to feel heavy and as I got up my stomach got heavier like it hit rock bottom. As I was making my way towards the bathroom my body was getting weaker like my bones were about to collapse on its own. Once I sat down on the toilet my insides were burning up I felt there was a war inside me and I was sweating a lot like I was next to the sun. I was in the bathroom for over an hour and little by little the pain slowly started to fade away and once I was done I couldn’t feel my legs as if I was half a person.

Once I got up and did everything I needed to do I notice that there was a tiny white toy that didn’t go away when I flush the toilet, so I washed my hands and put gloves on, so I can get the toy and clean it knowing that I would have to do something for the family. After this I tried to walk but my legs were so weak that it was like worms with no bones and ending up crawling to my bed like a baby.