The Donut Man
Every evening my mother's boyfriend brought us a box of donuts. I would find the pink box sitting on our kitchen table each morning. Even though we were very poor, my brother wouldn't let me eat any. One night I awoke to hear the three of them yelling. The table was empty the next day and I never saw the donut man again.
Every evening my mother's boyfriend brought us a box of donuts. The table was empty the next day and I never saw the donut man again. Even though we were very poor, my brother wouldn't let me eat any. One night I awoke to hear the three of them yelling. I would find the pink box sitting on our kitchen table each morning.