MAYA
I watched my father carefully place breakfast on our dining table with so much joy blooming in his countenance. I just froze in my position until he invited me over. With every step I took towards the dining table, my legs became heavier. It wasn’t because of him but the dining table itself. As I sat on the chair opposite my father another realization struck me. This was the exact position my misfortune birthed. I gulped down my saliva as I stared at the slice of bread. As enticing as they looked, my appetite wouldn’t awaken.
“What’s wrong?” My father asked and I heaved a light sigh before feigning a smile.
“Nothing…” I wriggled my head while I fiddled with the bread.
“I can see through you, Maya.” He uttered, holding my gaze still I found it impossible to waver.
“You look worrie
