The atmosphere in the room was so overly thick one would think not even the sharpest sword would be able to cut a slice of it. The clang of spoons and forks against the ceramic plates was the only sound heard.
It was as though everyone were afraid to say something that may cause a lash out from Baba. Today, unlike most of the days I had ever met him, he looked angry.
Too angry if I may say. And for a moment, I was wondering if this dinner idea had been a good one.
'You're not eating, Nala,' Aiden linked.
I stared at the fried rice and chicken on my plate and sighed. I love food, but it is becoming extremely hard to eat in this atmosphere.
Aiden and I had returned from his match trip three days ago before Mama invited us all for dinner. A large rug had been spread in the middle of the
