Diet.

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"What is your mother feeding you?" My aunt asked while pinching my sides.

Giggling and wiggling out of her clutch, I smiled.

"Food." I replied smartly before my uncle glanced at me. Tilting my head to the left, I studied his facial features.

Angry. He always seemed angry.

"You're such a big boy now." My aunt teased poking my stomach.

My mother strolled out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her already dirty apron.

"Dinner's ready." She announced clapping softly, everyone cheered.

Six year old me was happy.

I wish I would've skipped those meals.