She stayed up all night with a swollen face and fresh tears. Betrayal. There was no other word for it. All this time, she let ignorance cloud her judgement. She should have listened to her mother.  Her advice would always ring true after the fact. 

Now she sits, watching bitterly as her brother bites into a chocolate bar. Her back molar ached in anticipation. She had a sweet tooth and a candy addiction most third graders have yet to see.