Cinnamon

Cinnamon

Verbally Expressed by TLP (The Child) - Typed by TLP's Mom

I don’t like orange because my birth-dad used to sit in an orange chair every day after work and he was mad. It was one of those cheap vinyl orange chairs. And my bedroom had an orange carpet… and there was an outline in the doorway where there was green carpet. It was an ugly orange.

Remember those people that we brought food to? The people with no furniture? Our carpet was like their carpet. When I went to J’s new rental houses to help you clean them up, I remember seeing some of the exact carpeting. The orange… and the green… and it scared me and made me think it was a bad scary house. That one house, there was a dark green carpet through the whole house. Really dark green like the color of the tips of broccoli. That’s why I like modern stuff, because the old stuff brings back bad memories.

I don’t like yellow either because the walls (in my birth-home) were yellow… a little lighter than your bedroom… and I could see grease all over the walls. There was a couple of holes in the wall from something… maybe from throwing things. I don’t remember. We used to have torn up yellow curtains. I think they were yellow because she was smoking all the time… I don’t know. They were messed up… the curtains. It was unsanitary, but cleaner than T’s house. It had a musty smell. It’s amazing how I can remember all of this stuff. My birth-mom’ house didn’t smell as bad as T’s house though.

I remember that my birth-mom’s favorite dessert was vanilla ice-cream…. or any dessert with vanilla in it. I like the smell of cinnamon. Cinnamon makes me so happy and peaceful. I don’t know why but it just makes me feel more happy. As soon as I smell it my mind is clear and refreshed. That’s why I eat cinnamon sticks, as much as you don’t like me eating them. You remember how you always say that I put too much cinnamon on my toast? I do it because it calms me down and makes me feel happy. Oh…. cinnamon raisin… cinnamon toast crunch…. cinnamon toast… anything that has cinnamon in it… I will eat it just to calm me down. We should diffuse cinnamon in this house.

When I was a little kid, I never had cinnamon. Eating cinnamon is like having God right beside me. My stomach is growling thinking of cinnamon. It’s not a nervous growl… it’s a hungry growl… like I should eat something calming… like cinnamon.

You know what red represents… CINNAMON!!

And blue represents blueberries. Blueberries is my favorite food. It’s one of my most favorite foods out there….

but cinnamon still tops blueberries.

That’s why I always want to eat those cinnamon poptarts. : )