It's mine

Sometimes when my husband goes to the store he bring me home a treat. Like my favorite candy bar or something really yummy just for me. And sometimes, I don't want to eat it right away so I save it for when I'm really in the mood for my yummy treat. And sometimes, I forget about that yummy treat. But then I remember and when I go to eat that yummy treat of mine it's gone and I think, "where did it go?" So then, I ask my husband and he says, "Oh, sorry, I ate it...I'll buy you another one." But, I don't want another one. I want the one I had.