"Enough!" Will chimed in to smooth things over. "It's also our fault that we didn't discuss it with Sandra before. It's understandable that she can't accept it for the time being. Let's eat first. We can talk about it after dinner."
At the dinner table, my parents kept putting food into Will and Amy's plates.
I watched as the four of them chatted happily with each other.
They seemed more like a family than my parents and me!
My parents had been like this since I was a child. They were always worried that Will couldn't have enough food, so they would always give him half of my portion.
Whenever there was something delicious, they would always give it to Will.
By contrast, I didn't even have the right to share it with him.
They never cared at all whether I could eat enough.
Therefore, I was often hungry when I was in elementary and junior high school, so much so that I had serious stomach problems.
It wasn't until my grandmother showed up that I realized I could be full after eating only one bowl of food.
I was a normal person, not a monster who was always hungry in my parents' eyes.