GLORIA’S POV
I have never felt so hopeless in my life. Emma has been trying to feed me with all kinds of food, but I couldn’t accept it yet. My taste bud doesn’t taste my favorite food.
I mean- I love pizza. But why does it look revolting?
“Gloria- you have to eat. If not, it will be hard for you to get better. Please eat something.” I’m trying- I did. I couldn’t swallow it at all.
“I’m sorry. Maybe I should eat that porridge again. I’m sorry. I tried, but my tongue didn’t allow it. I rather have tasteless food than force it.” Emma sighed.
“Alright. I’m sorry for forcing you.” I know Emma is trying to make me feel better. Now I feel guilty for saying no.
“I know that look- please don’t feel guilty. It’s not what you should do, and you have full control of your own life. I’m not
