Her Dream
With a heavy heart, I leave the premises of Andersen Online Entertainment. I use the ride-sharing service app again to go home. It's already 7:14 pm when I get home. Dinner time. “Good evening, sonny. Where have you been?” Dad asks me. “Oh... I was visiting a video game studio.” “Ah... because you wanted to apply there?” “N-No. Just some other important game-related matters, that's all.” “Good. You must be hungry, right? Here, there's still enough on the table.” So what's for dinner? A huge bowl of chicken Alfredo spaghetti and meatballs, three Chicago-style hot dogs, and a pitcher of lemonade soda. Man, they sure love their comfort food. I chow down on my parents' great home cooking, but I feel no comfort. Now that's one instance of comfort food not living up to its name. Mo
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