Mother, I’m Hungry No More

Summary

The year I became a bottomless pit, I was sixteen. I could eat ten pancakes for breakfast and still feel empty.

For my sixteenth birthday, my parents asked me what I wanted.

“A trip to a fancy all-you-can-eat buffet,” I said.

It had been so long since I’d felt truly full.

Seeing the desperate hunger in my eyes, my mother’s face instantly darkened.

“Mila, why do you always have to act like your father and I starve you?!”

“It was the same at dinner tonight. Your sister takes the last two slices of roast beef, and you put on this whole pathetic show.”