After getting into my bed, I stared quietly at my ceiling. Unwilling to get out of my room, I was enjoying the long awaited Sunday. There was another reason for my escapism. I was trying to avoid meeting a certain someone who decided to visit me out of nowhere. It was Mister Silas and his wife, Natalie.
“Honey, it’s afternoon! Wake up already!” yelled my mother. “If you wouldn’t show up downstairs within an hour, I’m afraid that you might miss out on the food prepared by Mister Silas himself.”
While clenching the sheets, I responded, “I’m not hungry.”
It wasn’t that I wasn’t hungry. I hadn’t eaten anything since the morning, but I didn’t want to see him. If I had talked to him for a millisecond that day, I wouldn’t have to go through this torment. Mister Silas was truly worried about m
