Momma rummaged in the pantry for a moment before returning with several different colored baby food jars. She snapped the tray in place and opened an orange jar, laying the lid on the kitchen table next to her. I expected her to ladle the contents into a dish for me to eat, but instead she began to spoon it into my mouth. ‘Squash’, I decided after the first spoonful. Momma knows I hate squash! I wanted to retch! I tried to turn away, but she was too fast for me, another spoonful of the wretched stuff was in my mouth. Forgetting I couldn’t speak, I opened my mouth to tell her I didn’t like squash and had another load of orange foulness dumped in me.

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