I need a slice of pizza

One Of the kids goes, “ mama, I wanna go to the supermarket”, keeps saying it. Then suddenly, no context, I remember, and I go, “ it has been a minute since I had a pizza”, “yeah bro, I miss pizza”, to myself. The kid's, “Mama, Mama, Mama, I want to go to the supermarket” whining, is driving me craaaazy. Then it hit me, “hypothetically speaking, what if I am in some sort of post-nuclear-apocalyptic world, post-pizza, no pizza at all?”, “what am I gonna do?”. I have this bad, worst, learned reflex where my mouth fills with fresh saliva whenever I think of food or I see food. Saliva filling up my mouth, my mouth is getting wetter by the second! Then again, my inner voice hits me,” I would just think of the pizza;the smell, the touch, the sight, the pizza box itself, and gulp a load of saliva to myself--self-induced simulated pizza experience. 

Fast forward, I am sitting on the single man sofa-irregularly seated. Tv is open, but I ain't watching it, my eyes are on the tik tok on my phone. Finally Peace at home, no kids and runningaround.Then, i remember it is Friday, the day the kids go to swimming class, and coooommmmme back with a frigging pizza, more often than not. Then I said to myself, there ain't gonna be the need to use the simulated experience not even to think about it, since I am not living in some can't-get-no-pizza world. I wait, wait, check the time, over, and over again. Open my tiktok, watch again, exit it; look at the TV , look at my phone, open tiktok again. The cycle continues again and again, until my ears pick the sound of the door about 16 meters away being picked at. Oh, it is pizza, pizza time, slaaaaay. I stand, walk to the door, but the door is already open and I see a kid running with a slice of pizza on its hand, and another kid eating a slice while holding the, the,........, PIZZA BOX. Oh Good Lord, there ain't gonna be no pizza world for me. “I used to pray for times like this”, I say to myself. 

Since the doors are already open, I walk back to my sofa, nonchalantly, Thanking the creator of pizzas: the creator of the whole existence itself. I sit, nonchalantly: smelling, looking, glazing, simulating, molesting, the pizza in my imagination. Then I hear the sound of a kid running towards my dimension amidst the chaos. The kids make a 90 degree, the most perpendicular dimensional turn ever known to mankind, while Shouting, “DADDY THIS IS THE LAST PIZZA SLICE”. The DAD was with me btw, came 10 mins after the kids and their mama went to their swimming classes.
My neck is broken, I looked down- see my ugly slippers: the sound of shame. I hear crunches: that delicious smell of pizza; glance regularly, shamelessly at the DAD eating that brilliant creation, that brilliant form. Yeah, I am in the no-pizza world, post-nuclear war world where everything is turned to dust, no sight of anything. I do not why I am alive in that world, but, I am alive and thinking of the times I had a pizza, and taking in a gulp Of my saliva. 
Honestly, I played with the kids, thought they liked me; talked and cracked jokes with the dad too, but I got no pizza, not even in a subatomic level. People be so mindless sometimes, eating and consuming everything to thyself, what a greedy creatures they are. And the kid to, it did not even take a millisecond to run to the “DAD” and give the last pizza in the world, while deliberately letting me know that is the last. That hurt. It hurts. 

Kids will always choose their parents, and the parents will always choose their kid and themselves. Lesson learned. But, it didn't have to be this way, there probably is a better way to teach me the same lesson, like at a school or while in a random walk with a random dude with a Doctorate of Philosophy in Philosophy.