By Nate Feldman
Mark was at a café in downtown Williamsport, PA, enjoying a Mocha Frappuccino with a cinnamon chocolate muffin. He had enjoyed the morning jogging on a trail overlooking the Susquehanna River and a series of splendid, blue mountains surrounding the Central Pennsylvania city.
The town is most famous for hosting the International Little League World Series every summer, but he wasn't there for baseball. Williamsport was chosen as a rendezvous point to pick up his two children from Fatima, his estranged wife.
After sitting around for twenty minutes, Fatima entered the café with their two daughters, Sonia and Nicole. The three came up to where Mark was sitting.
"Hey guys," Mark said as he reached out to hug his reluctant daughters, who were not completely thrilled to be returning to him. "Would you like me to get you a snack here? They have some really great cookies and brownies!"
The girls shrugged their shoulders. Fatima looked annoyed.
"Please," Fatima began to say. "These girls already have a sweet tooth like you. The least we can do is try to encourage some positive eating habits."
Mark looked angrily at her. "For years, I have tolerated so many of your nasty habits. I will likewise encourage our children to avoid them as well."
The girls, sensing their parents were about to get into another big argument, walked away and began playing with their phones. Fatima rolled her eyes.
Mark continued. "When we lived in the Middle East, you were the one who always fed me kanafa and basboosa and all the Arabic sweets. Since when have you been such a health nut? And anyway, what is wrong with some cookies and brownies here and there?"
"I don't have time for this nonsense of yours. Anyway, they have to go to an orthodontist this week. And they have therapy as well."
"And I have therapy for them, too," Mark responded with a mischievous smile. "A nice, sweet extra fudge brownie with thick chocolate sauce, heavy whipped cream, and a cherry on top!"
"Actually, you're the one who needs therapy," Fatima replied.
That was the final straw for Mark. "You know what? I'm sick of being judged for having a sweet tooth. I think I'm going to start a movement to protect the rights of all sugar lovers like me."
"That will be amusing to watch," Fatima said. "Anyway, I have to go. Enjoy your sweets!"
She walked out. As she was on the way out, Mark said out loud. "You'll see. We will have a movement that advances the rights of people who love sweets. We will not be discriminated against any more!"
Mark took a bite out of his muffin in defiance.