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 at her phone even though she's sick with a serious illness, every a workaholic and never a wife.
I notice a lot of things about my parents ever since I got back from my dorm at the campus.
Being away from home made me envy my mom for scoring Jason, but now…I despise her for how she treats him.
He's
