"Excuse me, sweetheart? Why are you not eating your food? Do you not like it? Or is there anything wrong?"?
I cleared my throat before speaking a word to my mom. It was dinner time, and she cooked a spicy buttered chicken and toasted some buns. Those were my favorites, but something else is bothering me.
It would be the moment that I would tell her what we were handling. But it was all over the news, anyway. If I could just hold back and let her know the happenings in Carson, I could, but of course, I won't. It was more unsettling.
While taking some time to gather my courage to tell her everything, she was preparing something in the sink, and I guess it was my apple drink.?
"Here, sweetheart. Also, your vitamins. Are you taking your vitamins?" She randomly asked.?
"Yes, mo
