Unfiltered Story #253133

When I was much younger, maybe 5, I was a bit of a brat who loved candy. Once when I was out with my father there was a tube of gobstopper like candy at the cash register. I threw a tantrum, begging my dad to buy them for me. He refused, but I was being such a brat that a woman we didn’t know bought them for me.
I thanked her constantly until we left, hugging the tube of candy, vowing to savor them forever.
Unfortunately, within three days my older brother (about 9 then) stole the tube and ate them all, dumping the rest that he didn’t eat into the cats litter box, making it so I never ate any at all!