“Don’t bother her, Clara; she was still hungry. The food is enough for you to share; don’t be stingy,” my husband said. He was sitting cross-legged in the living room.
“You can have it,” Ana said, stretching the door to me. I didn't want to eat something she had already eaten, but I had no choice.
I had to eat. I stretched out my hand to take it, but she suddenly let go, the food spilling onto the ground.
“Oh no, I thought you held it; why didn't you hold it?” she asked as tears gathered around her eyes.
I was furious; she had done that intentionally, and we both knew it. She only wanted to spite me.
“Liar, you let the plate go,” I snapped at her, my stomach protesting as I moved a lot.
“But I didn't; I didn't mean to,” Ana sobbed. Damian shot me a glare.
“Ana, don’t be petty; it’s just taken out. There is no big deal; she was hungry; that’s why she took it,” Chris said.
No big deal? I laughed at myself; the only food I had eaten was the one I ate before I was whisked into the operating room.
Ana shot me a mocking smile and made her way to Damian; she sat on the couch and leaned on him, still sobbing.