Dinnertime.

The only sounds that can be heard is coming from the cutleries and I have my head down to avoid looking at Jason the way I've been doing all day long.

I know he's sneaking glances at me just as I have been sneaking glances at him.

It's awkward because when I finally decided to be bold and initiate eye contact, he looks away, refusing to look at me.

My mom, the woman who has been sick these days is picking at her food. She made it but isn't eating any of it.

She's tapping away ...