The first thing mom did the second we got to the home was make me sit in a bed and make a heavy meal for me.
Mom never had a chance to cook growing up, she only learnt after I was born to feed me, but damn, she is the best cook I have ever known.
I always wonder if there is anything my mom is bad at in this world, she is so damn talented and can do anything she wants.
At times I feel jealous that I'm not like her but she never accepts that.
She made hot beef soup and chicken roast with baked veggies on the side, and Passion fruit pastry for dessert.
Best food ever!
While I was eating, She kept glancing at me and averting her eyes every time I looked.
I can feel she is upset about my fasting protest for two days and has questions about my poisonings but holding herself from asking qu
