I looked at the contents of the bowl again. The rice was dry and slightly yellowish. The fish heads had dull eyes and the bones protruded like small white needles.
That wasn’t food.
It was… garbage.
I slowly looked up at Hue.
“What is this…?” My voice came out lower than I expected.
Hue didn’t answer.
His hands trembled on the table. Her eyes were filled with tears that refused to fall.
“Hue,” I repeated, this time firmer. Why are you eating this?
She lowered her head.
“No… it’s nothing,” he whispered. I was just a little hungry.
I felt something inside me begin to break.
“Don’t lie to me!”
My voice echoed in the kitchen, louder than I intended.
Hue was startled.
The baby, who was sleeping in the next room, made a small sound, but fell silent again.
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