The breakfast which sat before me was not only the biggest meal I’d ever seen in all of my life, but it was by far the most delicious. After our father’s mate died, a person I would never call mother, Henry and I at the age of eleven were forced to make our own food, which we’d have to catch alone. Our father said it was punishment for what happened to his mate and we were older, he didn’t need to baby us, even though he wouldn’t catch his own food and tasked us to do such a job, where we’d be beaten if we didn’t catch enough! So, to have this utterly mouthwatering food in front of me, my body was taking full advantage of the nutrients and begged me to eat more, but after the fifth mouthful, I had to sit back in my chair and hoped I didn’t throw up… I was stuffed. “Is that all you are eating?” Leo, who had devoured most of his plate and seemed to be wanting more, asks with a smile pointing down at my plate. “If I eat anymore, I’m likely to throw up.” I mumble with my eyes close
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