S A U D A D E

i feel like a two month old

I'm absentmindedly stabbing my fork into my fake macaroni and cheese, playing around with my apple slices. 'Lunch'.

"Annabel, you have to eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"Please eat."
"But I'm not hungry."
"Just one bite."
I lean my head against the window, and Wren picks up a forkful of macaroni.

"Here comes the airplane."
I laugh and Wren has done it again, he's brought a smile to my face without me noticing. I open my mouth and look at the food cross eyed, and he laughs too.

I chew.
I swallow.

"Thanks, Annabel."
"As long as you're there to feed me airplanes."