"Are you sure you're not mad?" I asked him early in the morning while we are eating our breakfast.
"Does it matter if I'm mad or not? As far as I remembered you do not care about me." He sliced the apple his eating I'm and give the small piece to me.
I didn't take it. I just sit silently in the dining area and touched my fingers. I look at my plate, it has some bacon strips, garlic rice, fried egg, and my favorite toasted butter garlic bread. I badly want to eat since I am really hungry but I choose not to.
"You don't like the apple? You eat apple first in the morning right?" He pushed it nearly my mouth. I hesitate to eat but still convinced myself that I have to do that.
Sweet green apple.
"I'm not mad wife. Come on eat the food on your plate." He eyed my food and then stare at me.
I slowly take the bread and munch it. I even sip the glass of milk in my right side.
"You want to feed you?"
"But aren't you eating too?"
"We'll eat together wife. Come here." he said as he tap his
