"Mom, I'm done eating. I'm going back to my room." I stand from my seat instantly. "But Sweetie, you almost did not touch your food. Are you feeling unwell anyway?"

She looked at me worriedly, but I noticed Mark from the corner of my eye; he just continued eating without raising his head at all. He was all focused on his food, which made me drive more angry, and I left deeply irritated, 'No, Mom, I had pizza with Nish before returning. Sorry, not to tell you."

"It's okay, Sweetie. If that's ...