in a restraunt a chef cooks the food aromas fill my nose chicken fish eggrolls I wait for my meal devouring the food like a typicall american forks not wooden sticks dessert children rush to the cookie the paper is my dessert words taste sweet "by the end of summer your wishes will be complete" the most confusing dessert is a cookie
not one of my best but there is a secret behind the cookie and my life you would have to be me to understand