“I cooked better than your mother..” “That’s a lie, my food tastes better.”“Ho-ho. Amaia is here, she tasted it, I’m sure she knew whose food tastes better.” I was laughing at them, we had just finished having a meal. I was in their home, I should I say our home. “Yes dear, mine was better wasn’t it?”“You both looked good.”“That’s not what we asked.” “Fine. I’ll spill.”“Go on, I already know it’s mine.”“You’re so full of yourself Roger.” “Father’s food tastes so delicious.” “I said it!”“You are taking sides ain’t you?”“No mother, you wanted the truth.”“The truth she already knows.” We laughed, mother took the empty plates and went into the kitchen, mumbling words of me being unfair to her. “It felt nice in here.” “We can continue living just like this.”“I want it too.”“You can get it.” He clasped his hand over mine on the table. “You weren’t angry with mother after you found out she kept secrets from you.”“I was angry, but I’ve learned to control it whenever I’m w
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