The Mating Ceremony

Linda’s P.O.V

I watched as my mother joyfully savored each bite of her meal, a contented smile adorning her face. Meanwhile, my father sat across from my mother, his expression marked by sadness and worry. His eyes met mine, and we shared a moment of understanding. However, I couldn't find it within myself to eat. A knot tightened in my stomach, a physical manifestation of the sadness and anxiety I felt. She pushed her food around her plate, unable to bring herself to take a bite.

My father glanced at me, concern etched in his features. "Linda, sweetheart, aren't you hungry? You need to eat something."

I mustered a weak smile, my voice laced with sadness. "I'm just not feeling well, Dad. It's hard to eat when my stomach is tied up in knots."

My mother, unaware of the inner turmoil I was experiencing, chimed in cheerfully. "Oh, Linda, you're missing out on such a delicious meal! The flavors are exquisite. You should try some."

Observing my lack of response, my mother raised her voice s