Colada
Thursday, 3:30 pm
Jordan and I are playing “Guess Who” in English Class. I, of course, am in the lead.
And then Mom comes in. “I made a treat today! It’s colada,”
Hmm, I think to myself. I’ve had that before at the Shiri-Puno. It’s not so bad.
Oh look, a little piece of papaya! I sniff it. It, um, smells like… nothing.
I look over at Jordan. He’s already making faces. So, I try it.
“Yuck! It tastes like flour and playdoh!”
After recovering, I look up. Mom and Jordan are having a serious discussion.
“So, do you like it?” Mom asks.
Jordan just says, “No.”
“Oh,” Mom makes a face. “Why not?”
“Did you put sugar in it?”
“Sugar?”
-Abigail