Mom, I'll Never Eat Ice Cream Again
My younger brother, Owen Rivera, and I are playing in Dad's refrigerated truck.
Owen wants to grab my ice cream from me, but I refuse to let him have his way. He shoves me forcefully, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the floor, knocking me out on the spot.
When I finally wake up and locate him in the freezer, I find out that he's gotten reduced to a frozen statue.
The security footage shows that Owen has been screaming the words "Mommy, help me!" hysterically for three hours before his death.
After Mom is done watching the footage, she breaks down on the spot. Then, she yanks me by my hair before slamming me against the wall.
"What were you doing? You were at the entrance, dammit! Why didn't you open the door for Owen?"
With reddened eyes, Dad throws me into the freezer.
"Owen was cold and frightened in the freezer! You should have a taste of the same thing too!"
The thick and heavy door is slammed in my face. Darkness and a bone-chilling coldness devour me instantly.
I curl into a small ball in the corner Owen has just died in. My teeth are starting to chatter, and my consciousness is starting to slip away.
I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. I don't feel cold. I'm not cold at all.
I will never eat ice cream ever again in my next lifetime.