Right as my son said “Mummy, let’s eat the bread!” I felt something twist in my chest. I told him “No”—firmly enough to scare him. Hours later, my friend returned the bread untouched… and what she confessed changed everything.

THE END

When my neighbor dropped off a perfectly wrapped loaf saying, “It’s just a small gift,”
something in my spirit whispered don’t touch it.
Everyone laughed at my caution—
until the next day proved exactly why I was right.

“Mummy, can we eat it now?” my little boy begged, holding the golden-ribboned bread.
I said “Not today,” even though I couldn’t explain why.
My friend took it instead—
and what happened afterward still makes my heart tremble.