All week I had been waiting to see him. Well, I did want to see him and I didn't. Seeing him made all sorts of emotions run through my body and left me near on speechless like a babbling i***t. But, my mother had raised me to be appreciative of gifts and kindness. She told me to always say thank you. So , that is what I wanted to do.
And also to ask why? The meal was beautiful, I had to reheat it. It had taken me a while to stop crying like a moron at the gesture. Then I dug in. I would never waste food. I had gone too many days still hungry because I had eaten my daily rashes. That was when I lived with my father. He didn't buy food in the house ever. I tried to with the money I made. But he said I had wasted his money. His, like he had earned it.
He always came home stinking of a gr
