My sister had left a sandwich in the fridge with her name on it, clearly meant for her.
I knew it was her lunch, but I couldn’t resist the temptation.
I was hungry, and the sandwich was just sitting there, calling to me.
I debated for a moment, but in the end,
I decided to eat it anyway.
As I opened the sandwich,
I expected something typical—maybe turkey and cheese or peanut butter and jelly.
But to my surprise, there were only two plain pieces of bread.
I stared at it for a moment, confused.
Had she forgotten to put anything inside,
or was there something I was missing?
Then, tucked between the slices of bread, I found a note.
I unfolded it, curious about what it could say.
My eyes widened as I read the words: “You suck Kyle.”
It was clear she was joking, but the playful insult caught me off guard.
