I still feel guilty about the cookies

Okay, this is dumb, but it's been eating at me for years. When I was little, maybe 7 or 8, my grandma made these amazing chocolate chip cookies. Like, the best ever. She put them on the counter to cool, and told me not to touch them. Of course, I touched them. I ate, like, five of them when she wasn't looking. Then, when she asked if I'd eaten any, I said no. I lied right to her face.

She just smiled and said, "Okay, sweetie." I don't know why, but that made it worse. I should have just told the truth. Grandma's gone now, and I never confessed. It's stupid, I know, but I still feel guilty about those stupid cookies. I hope she knew I loved her, even if I was a little brat.