Oh Allah, forgive me for laughing at the hunger of others. It's not the hunger itself I laughed at, but the sound it made. Why is it so loud?
"Mom, haven't you eaten? Is there no one to cook? I didn't cook either, Mom, because I just moved, still tidying up. Haven't shopped yet. I just bought breakfast earlier," I said.
"It's still nice to be able to buy," Mom murmured softly. I barely heard it, like she was mumbling.
"What, Mom?" I asked, because I was unsure of what she had said.
"Nothing...." she replied still softly, but a bit clearer.
"Oh...." I nodded as if I understood, "Yes, Mom. If it's just for the child and oneself, it's indeed more practical to buy. Not troublesome or tiring, more economical too," I continued. I deliberately said that because while living at Harry's house,
