Blog #3- Little White Pebbles

I ask my sister for some help, some refreshments. She pulls out a round, blue, plastic container full of little white pebbles the size of a dime. As it's pulled out of the bag, the sound of the tiny pebbles hitting the hard circular container brings a flood of memories after my morning coffee with my grandma. 

"Grandma, my mouth feels yucky. I think it's the coffee", I would say.

"Me too mi hija. We need something to make the yucky go away" she would say as she pulls out her container of fresh pebbles.

My sister gives me one of the magical stones and places it in my hands. They're the size of dimes, weightless, smooth, and white with tiny blue dots. In a way, those blue dots are the sparkles of a white gem. The second I pop one of these tiny rocks into my mouth it begins to dissolve with a burst of flavor. As it slips and slides in my mouth, I am overpowered by a cool, tingly, sensation. The coolness fights the scent of my lunch; the tuna sandwich I had for lunch is no match for the little, but powerful, white pebble.

As I continue to bask in the flavor, I recall moments of bonding with family and friends. When the concern of a sour breath plagues the mind of an innocent bystander, a sense of anxiety and fear builds up from within. "I hope no one can smell my breathe" they would think. However, there are always people around to support them in a time of need. Even as I sat in class, I knew all I had to do was ask, and my peers would gladly support my cause. I was no longer in need. 

The more I suck, the more it dissolves, until it's small enough to bite. I break the pebble into several tiny pieces, and those pieces dissolve even faster. The pebble disappears, but there are still remnants of the magic lingering in my mouth. I could still feel some of the pebble in my molars, but it still dissolves away. 

I ask my sister for another, and the process starts all over again.

To Be Continued . . .