[ WP ] You really want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich . You only have crunch peanut butter . You hate crunchy peanut butter . Tell me a narrative drama of a man put in this heart wrenching situation , and his journey for the lunch he truly desires . I expect to be moved to tears .

You loosen your tie and open the cupboard. Grab two slices of bread and place them on the work surface. Mum would have hated that. *Use a plate. * 
 
 It was a good service. Dad's eulogy had been short, but tender. He'd cried. You'd all cried. 
 
 You spread the jelly on the bread, taking care to cover the whole slice, just like she always did. You grab the peanut butter, and twist off the lid. 
 
 `` Fuck! Fucking crunchy!'' 
 
 You throw the jar on the floor. It smashes, the smell of the peanut butter filling the small kitchen. Your sister runs in, pale. She holds you as the tears come.
