Today my daughter opened her favorite chocolate ice cream – the same kind she eats almost every day after school.
Everything seemed perfectly normal: the crisp cone, the sweet aroma, the smooth chocolate coating on top. But after just a few bites, I heard her say in surprise:
– Mom, look at this!
I leaned over and saw something dark and odd inside, like a bit of wrapper or hardened caramel. At first, we thought it was just a small defect, maybe an extra piece of chocolate that got stuck inside. But my daughter, curious as always, decided to dig a little deeper with her spoon.
A second later, she screamed. Beneath the chocolate, hidden in the creamy layer, was something that made my blood run cold.