My sister had left a sandwich in the fridge with her name on it, clearly meant for her. I knew it was her lunch, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. I was hungry, and the sandwich was just sitting there, calling to me. I debated for a moment but ultimately decided to eat it anyway.
When I opened the sandwich, I expected something typical—maybe turkey and cheese or peanut butter and jelly. To my surprise, it was just two plain pieces of bread. I stared at it for a moment, confused. Had she forgotten to put anything inside, or was there something I was missing?
Then, tucked between the slices, I found a note. I unfolded it, curious about what it might say. My eyes widened as I read the words: “You suck, Kyle.” It was clear she was joking, but the playful insult still caught me off guard.
