The Morning of the Fair
Benjamin woke up before I did that morning. He was already dressed and carefully checking the boxes like a tiny businessman.
“Careful with that one,” he warned when I reached for a lid. “Those are the best ones.”
I smiled. “Aren’t they all the best ones?”
He paused, thinking seriously. “Yeah. But those are extra best!”
He was glowing with happiness.
Together, we carried the boxes outside.
The Confrontation
When we arrived at the church courtyard, everything was already bustling with activity. Tables were being set up, trays were being unloaded, and people were greeting one another warmly.
Benjamin carefully arranged his cookies on our table, adjusting each one until everything felt just right.
Then I heard the sharp sound of heels approaching.
Gloria—our neighbor from two houses down—walked toward us. She was always perfectly put together, always confident. Her own table was filled with pastries that looked like they had come straight out of a high-end bakery.
She glanced at our table, then at Benjamin—and laughed.
“Well, isn’t this TRASH pathetic?”
Before I could even react, she grabbed one of our trays and dumped it onto the ground. Cookies shattered across the pavement.
Benjamin froze.
“Hey, what’re you doing?” I cried.
But she ignored me and knocked over another box. More cookies smeared across the concrete.
Benjamin dropped to his knees.
“No, no…” he whispered, trying desperately to gather the broken pieces with trembling hands.
Gloria laughed, clearly pleased with herself.
“Let’s be honest, nobody came here to buy broken little cookies.”
Then she noticed a small star-shaped cookie Benjamin had managed to save.
Slowly, she lifted her foot.
Benjamin dropped the cookie just as she crushed it beneath her heel.
And at that exact moment, Pastor Raymond stepped outside.
SEE NEXT ….
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