“You aren’t eating.” Johnny says as te stare down at your plate.

“Not hungry.” te mutter, staring at the Cibo in front of you.

He puts down his fork. “That’s what te detto at lunch.”

“I’m not hungry.” te shrug.

“But I made your preferito spaghetti sauce. te always like that.”

“I’m just not hungry.” te sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.

“Playing with your Cibo isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.

“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” te suddenly snap.

The look on his face kills you. te can see...