She clutched the cross on her breast, praying to God that when she met her husband he would be kind and handsome.
Author: Rhys Demarest
I feel it in my whole body. My mouth no longer salivates for the food, instead mechanically clamping and releasing, willing my throat to swallow the soggy lump. My grandma eyes me.
Finish your food.
There was a point in my life where my mom was strong for me, and now I am strong because of her.