Sandhya popped her chai back into the microwave and stared at an empty box of Coco Puffs. She thought,
Of healthy big
Sitting at the table, together, was decidedly confrontational. In chipped blue ceramic bowls,
Doodling on the patch of dust she’d missed yesterday, she slipped her toes into pom-pom slippers, oddly comforted by the familiarity of being
Run over easy
On crumbling brown
Breakfast. No — breakfast does not make champions.