Mom is begging you to eat
Splaashhh, ,,are you serious?!"
Splaaaashh, ,,Do you know that because of you I don't have any more left?"
Splaaash, ,,the third in a week?!"
Splaashh, ,,what's wrong with you?"
Splaaaaash, ,,Next morning you will bring some bread to school and you will eat in the morning! You will drink normal drink, you will sometimes eat fatty food and choclate and not alternatives!
Do you know how embarassing it was for me when the doctor definetly thought I don't make you food with vitaments?"
Splaaaash,
,,my hands are shaking, sorry"
,,no, I don't need your help anymore, don't wash the dishes. I'll do it by myself"
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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