Later That Evening
The sun was just starting to fade when I entered the kitchen.
Mother's been busy walking left and right, back and forth and taking things out from the drawers.
"Honey, stop by Lucas' place and give this to him." She suddenly says.
I look up from my phone to see a couple of containers stacked up one another. There's got to at least be four of them.
Knowing too well that I'm not in a place to say no, I slide from the stool I sat on and make my way to where the containers were placed on top of the counter.
Time check. It's seven in the evening. An hour since I've returned from school.
After grabbing the containers, I stride reluctantly towards the door.
It's a common occurence for my mother to bring Lucas' food every once in a while. Normally, she'd be the o
