She asked for a piece, just like she did last night. Because it is a treat. Because it is special. Because it is pie.
I watched her closely. I started at her as the forkful of pumpkin pie disappeared into her mouth. Immediately a smile appeared on her face. A big smile. A determined smile. The grin stayed plastered in place as the rest of her face contorted in disgust. Her nose wrinkled. Her forehead frowned. Her eyes betrayed her desire to spit out the foul tasting orange coloured "food".
She didn't. Instead I watched her as she moved the pie around in her mouth. Back and forth. Side to side. Swallowing as soon as a piece was small enough.
Smiling all the time. But refusing a second bite.