I saw him sitting on the corner of his bed, facing away from me.
"Manang, I said I don't want to eat. How many times do I have to tell you--"
I noticed a brief surprise in his eyes when he saw me, quickly replaced by anger.
"What are you doing here?"
I couldn't move from where I stood, holding the food I cooked for him. I saw him grab his cane for support and stand to approach me.
"Which part of what I said last night didn't you understand, huh? Miss. Dela Vezca?"
"R-Rozzean... Manang told me that y-you haven't eaten since this morning. I c-cooked food for you--"
As he approached me, I hesitated in speaking when he overturned the tray, and I gasped as the food spilled onto my hands. I felt the intense heat of the dishes, but I bore it.
"You don't care if I haven't eaten, who do you
