"Everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book." - Stéphane Mallarmé
A NAME SO SWEET
by Amanda Sincavage
It’s Valentine’s Day, but I’m not in the mood to make cards.
It all started when mom called me Sugar Plum.
Then, Daddy called me his little peach.
Now I’m Grandma’s sweet puddin and Grandpa’s little pear.
Do they want to eat me?
I sneak into my sister’s room and look in her big mirror to be sure I’m still a kid.
Yep! Two arms, two legs, a body, and head.
Why don’t they call me by my name?
It’s a good name, a strong name. I’m named after…
“Hey, you slippery little noodle! Get out of my room!” my sister screams.
I slam into my brother outside the door. “Watch where you’re going, Cheeseball!”
“I’M NOT FOOD!” I yell. “Am I?”
My mom hands me a box of candy hearts and calls me, “Sassafras!”
The first two hearts from the box say, “Yummy” and “Sugar Pie.”
I eat them anyway. Their sweetness makes me feel better.
Hey, maybe that’s why my family calls me sugary names!
I am pretty sweet, and there are worst things I could be called – like Noodle, Cheeseball, and Sassafras (whatever that is).
I’m ready to make my Valentines and know just what to write:
Happy Valentine’s Day.
I love you berry much!
Love, Maple (syrup)
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