~Cookie Jar~

You sit on the porch of the Curtis house doing homework for a test that’s the next day.

Darrel walks outside and looks at you. He holds a small sharp blade in his hand.

Darrel “I remember my mother”(He chuckles) “she was looking for the money that was in the cookie jar. She didn’t mean to but she cut me on the cheek with this… my dad told me to cover for him because he came back with a cake for her birthday. She felt so bad she started crying…”

Darrel looks at the nostalgic item.