Natasha Sucking on the straw of my drink isn't going to make me happy either, but I have zero choices, because even after ten minutes, I didn’t get my order on the table. “Here’s your order, ma’am.” The waiter says while putting down the whole tray. “Do you need anything else?” She asks, serving me for the third time. She collects the rest of the plates, eyeing my face, though I haven’t lifted the spoon. “No. I’m fine.” I say, continue to sip from the straw. My hunger becomes uncontrollable when I’m overly angry. My mother used to tell me that when I was a child, I used to eat a lot, which resulted in a bigger belly compared to other children. I would sit in front of anyone’s plate, even after finishing my food. The situation remains the same even today. But there is only one difference now, I didn’t have to take medication at that time, but now I have to. This is because I eat outside frequently. I was starving, feeling as if I were starving to death. I hadn’t eaten since
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