More tears poured down my eyes as I finally raised my head, remembering he had asked me to make meatballs and pasta for him.
He also told me he doesn't want to be late for work, so I better get to work before he started another round of abuse.
I'm already so broken right now, and I don't think I need another round of his hurtful abuses.
I thought as I finally started walking out of the dining room.
I went into the kitchen and started searching for the pasta, which I found after a while, before proceeding to the refrigerator where I saw the meat.
I quickly took some quantity and started my preparation immediately.
More tears welled up in my eyes, but I was quick to blink them back, as I really don't want to start crying again right now.
I needed to prepare this food for him, so I gue
