"Why does everyone keep asking me if I'm alright, Dad?" I sighed sadly as my mum walked into the room with a tray in her hands.
"Because we care," she smiled sadly at me as she handed me the tray filled with food. "Eat something, darling... We've all missed you. This house needs your presence even more than ever. Please eat."
"Alright," I muttered sadly as I took a couple bites of my soup, trying my best to ignore the slight sting that came from the salty liquid. After eating my food, I began to feel slightly better, and my head felt slightly clearer. Although, I had been given some very powerful medication to help my stomach digest its fill so that I wouldn't throw up, I could tell that it was doing nothing to help, as my hunger remained intact. Eventually, I finished my soup, feeling a
