When You Are Not Fed Love On A Silver Spoon 소설 & 이야기

Silver woke up from the bed when she heard loud booming music from outside her room. She sat up on the bed and reached for her phone on the nightstand then turned it on to check the time. It was evening time already and her mum must be arranging the whole house for the family reunion. “Fuck”. She groaned, realizing that she has been sleeping for a long time. Her stomach rumbled hungrily, she was starving already.

She whined, while dragging her feet along with me. "I don't know." I heaved a sigh. This is what we go through almost everyday, stranded without food. At times we have to go hungry all day, and at times, we go to bed without eating, but no one ever know what we're going through, as we always smile, and act like everything is fine. What do you expect from two best friends, who are born with an iron spoon? I don't have any means of income, neither does she have, she's on a scholarship, same with me, we're two people from same world, stuck in poverty, it's crazy, right? But that's the truth.

"Because I just couldn't stand that superior look of yours. Why? Why were you born with a silver spoon? Why do you get to have a happy family, loving parents, and no worries about food or clothing? As for me? I had a gambling addict for a father. All he ever did was abuse me and my mom! I also fought desperately to get into university, yet I could only finish my studies by relying on your handouts. Do you know how awful I felt every time I took that money from you?" I froze, completely unprepared for what she had just said. "I was trying to help you..." "Help me? Yes, you were so kind!" Wendy interrupted me, tears streaming down her face. "Of course, you were trying to help me. Just like how

"You can't meet starving yourself. Come on, just this. It's good, I promise." I hesitated, but her pleading eyes and the warmth of the soup finally broke through my resistance. With a sigh, I opened my mouth, allowing her to feed me. The first spoonful was a struggle, but as I swallowed, a flicker of warmth spread through me. Slowly, painstakingly, I began to eat, each bite a small victory against the overwhelming sadness.

rule. In this house, love was a luxury—something that had to be purchased at a clearly marked price. Seeing me staring fixedly at the neighboring bed, Mom curled her lip. "What are you looking at? She's a princess born with a silver spoon, but you were born worthless. If I don't make you work for it, who's going to put food in your mouth?" Her words stung like poison, hitting me right in my most vulnerable spot. The mother and daughter in the next bed fell silent instantly, casting sympathetic glances my way.

"If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely. If you're leaving, baby, let me down slowly"~ Alec Benjamin OLIVER I grew up without the warmth of a family nor the love of anyone around me. The nuns were too busy keeping us in check to actually love us and treat us like a big family. Over twenty children in a run-down orphanage. We were lucky to still be able to eat a three-square meal even though the portions were nothing more than three spoons full.

Silver~ Silver grew up in houses so big they felt empty. She didn’t have a father who lifted her high into the air or a mother who pulled her into warm arms. Instead, she had rules. Her great grandmother, Helena, made sure she was perfect. No mistakes. No crying. No signs of weakness—because weakness had no place in the West family. Silver learned that before she could even tie her shoes. She had friends, but they weren’t real friends. They were placed in her life for reasons she understood all too well. She didn’t trust them. She didn’t trust anyone. Not even Great-Grandmother Helena. And definitely not the network she had.

“Oh, come on Kalya, spare me this victimization. I'm trying my absolute best. I know what you're going through, and I'm doing my best for you..” “Oh, do you? Do you know exactly what I'm going through? While you spent the rest of your life being given everything you own on a platter of gold, do you know how I struggled to get mine? I bet you don't have the slightest idea about that feeling. No, because you were born with a fucking silver spoon in your mouth!” I picked at my eggs, allowing her to talk, allowing her to pour out her mind and say whatever she had to say to her heart's content.

I was a bit shocked to see you in such a simple outfit on your birthday. " Please don't say that, Vidhi. I love you. There is so much disparity between people. We should be thankful to God that we were born in such good and loving families with a silver spoon in our mouth. God gave us everything, but there are people out there who are not so fortunate. There are old people who did everything for their kids, sacrificed their whole life to meet both ends. They raised their kids to be capable enough to live their life well but those kids discarded the parents like some unwanted furniture. They live in old-age homes without any hope waiting for the last meal of their lives. I can't bring their

The moment she set her eyes on it her face lit up and a bright smile tugged at the corners if her plump lips. She grabbed the bowl and started to feed me. It was almost as if she fed me with love which made the food taste a million times better. No one fed me with love before. When I was a kid I was fed out of duty and after that, I landed in one foster home after another. The people in my encountered foster homes were tyrants and good for nothing assholes. They only signed up to be foster parents for the money and nothing more. They never gave a fuck about me so anything dealing with love was foreign to me. "Fuck! I'm going to have to sanitise that counter top aren't I?"