The head pounding knock at the door comes for the 28th time that same night. Having to abandon my cooking once again, I promptly hustle out to the doorway, orange bowl filled to the brim with a variety of homemade candies made by yours truly. "Trick or Treat!" The toddler squeaks. As he looks up at me, the dinosaur hoodie droops over his beady eyes. "What a nice costume," I sigh, grabbing a handful of candies and dumping them into the half full pillow sack. "Thank you," he says as he waddles down my porch steps and back to his dad. "Take a candy; your costume scared me." "T-thank you..."