Pastry, Cookie or Bread ?

And just like that

we broke away.

We were part of the same dough that mother so lovingly kneaded

She added water, oil, salt and sugar to make sure we stuck together

For she wished the dough to be made into sweet bread.

Nothing could hold us together

Every passing moment we pulled away from each other

A jab here, another there was more than enough to weaken the bond.

Today , I have come apart

We don’t belong to the same dough anymore.

We share the same ingredients

but I will decide if I want to be made into a pastry, cookie or bread.

I am not bound to you anymore

I have broken free

Yes, I have.

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