My mother seemed satisfied... momentarily, at least as she stared at me to ensure that I actually said those words with my own mouth. Without another word, she spun toward the kitchen, muttering things to herself while I sat stiffly in the faded armchair, holding my sore cheek where she’d slapped me earlier. Minutes later, she appeared again, holding a cracked plate with steaming food. She placed it on the small coffee table between us. It was a simple meal. Rice, beans, and a little chicken, probably something she must’ve worked hard to afford. I sat forward automatically. But then hesitation crawled up my spine. If I ate this, she would think I owed her more. If I refused, she would think I had become too good for her. So either way, I lost. “I’m not really hungry, Mom,” I tried gently. “We just—” She scoffed loudly. “Oh, of course. Right. This isn’t the gourmet food they serve you in the mansion... I totally understand, dear. I personally won’t eat this scrap anymore after
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