I sat at the kitchen table. My father walked in the room, he smiled and said,

“Would you be a dear and pop me a bag of popcorn?”

I cringed and blushed,

“I finished the last bag last night. I told you that? Didn’t I?”

He didn’t move, but he stared at me. I could see a part of his soul dying within him as he realized the truth. There would be no popcorn tonight. I giggled nervously. He reached for his keys and looked at me as I had betrayed his trust.

Based on true events.