Literature
Marmalade
Ever since I was a little girl, I've had marmalade on my toast at breakfast, every breakfast.
It wasn't that I was particularly fond of it. By my teenage years it barely held any taste for me. It was just how it was. When I started making my own breakfast, nothing changed. Marmalade, toast and a cup of tea, every morning without fail sat in front of me in the mornings. When I come down the stairs to bacon and eggs today, however, I don't question it. Mum pats me on the head as she squeezes past, shovelling the food onto my plate. I sit down, stealing a quick glance at Dad who reads his paper without looking up. I pick up a knife and fork, be