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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Taste (07/15/10)

TITLE: Lunchbox Longings
By Dana McReynolds
07/22/10


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Jake never expected the sorrow to follow him to his lunchbox. The first bite of a sandwich always brought tears. Each day was harder than the last to hold them back. After all, fourth graders don’t cry.

His dad was trying. Jake was old enough to realize that. But it just wasn’t the same. Even something as simple as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich was missing something. His long time favorite club has lost its appeal. And the cookies, no longer homemade, left him missing more than dessert.

Through the years, an occasional note or surprise would brighten his day. It was never anything that would embarrass him in front of his friends, just a small reminder that his mother loved him. But the surprises stopped the day she didn’t come home.

Jake will never forget the day he was led to the principal’s office at school. When he got there he found his little sister, Susie, sitting wide-eyed in an oversized chair. Their babysitter was in the hallway with the principal and Susie’s teacher. He overheard pieces of the hushed conversation.

“Accident……head-on…….severe……won’t make it.”

In the passing days he heard the sympathetic comments from friends and family. Most were regarding Susie.

“Poor girl…..needs a mother…...braid her hair……teenage years.”

The truth was Jake needed a mother too. Sure his dad was there to coach his baseball team, teach him to throw a spiral pass, and perfect his jump shot. But who was going to have his drink ready for him after practice? Who knew the exact amount of time to leave it in the freezer providing the perfect mix of liquid slush?

His peanut butter and jelly sandwich was missing something. His life was missing something.

A mother’s touch.


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Sarah Heywood07/24/10
My heart just ached for the little boy in this story - probably because it hits a little too close to home. Just a few months ago I lost a friend my age - she left 3 young children behind. Your story really made me feel what my friend's babies must be feeling these days. Good, stirring writing!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 07/25/10
Oh this is so true.

Right after my mom died I burst into tears while licking an ice cream cone. Even the simple pleasure of that treat brought memories flooding back. After all it was Mom who taught me how to lick the cone so the ice cream wouldn't drip all over.

You've done an outstanding job of showing how sorrow can show up in every day things. You also reminded the readers that boys need their mothers as much as girls.
Lollie Hofer 07/27/10
You did a great job capturing this little boy's heartache. My heart hurt for him. Well done.