The truth of the matter is, I was a finicky eater and made my Mom fret a lot. First of all, feeding me was a massive exercise for my Mom. Secondly, once she completed the marathon, I would end up vomiting many a times (especially when I had flu or cold). It will make her literally furious and go mad at me. She would invariably cry internally because I go with an empty stomach at the end of it all. Since I am starving, she would also starve with me. Dad would not care a damn….whether we have eaten or not. He needs his food on the table as per schedule, else he goes on the Green Hulk Avatar….a villain in this instance and not a Hero. We both look at each other pathetically and he would give a sympathetic look at both of us….and coolly will retire to his bed as if nothing has happened. You guys sort it out amongst yourselves, would be his philosophical theory. Mom would say….don’t ever be like him…in this regard….okay….look at him…he keeps on eating all the time and look at you just the opposite of him. What do I do with both of you….I am sick and tired of you guys….
Beautiful Life 