What It's Like Being A Sunflower

Chapter 37- My Name Is Poptart

Chapter 37- My Name Is Poptart

"The foods great mom." Skylar plastered a fake smile while forcing the bland lasagna down her throat.

"Amazing," Carson chirped, sending his mom a thumbs up.

Tee Tee couldn't cook, that's all I could say. Its been like this ever since we were kids. Either she added too much seasoning in her food or too less. It was either undercooked or overcooked, yet she still tried.

I played with it using my fork, examining the thing that was apparently classified as 'food' with everyone else doing the same. Even Kal tried to act cool with his fiancé.

"Oh guys." She waved a hand at us. "I really do try." She ate a mouthful of that thing.

How is she eating this?

Dad pulled out a plastic bag under the table, just like the good all days, he placed it in my hands not before whispering, "Pass it around anti clockwise, make sure it's not obvious. And when everyone's done, hand it straight back to me and I'll burry the evidence."

Sometimes him being a cop is soo useful.

"Got it." I nodded.

Everyone slyly poured their plate of food inside the bag, before it reached dad again.

I contemplated whether to put all the food into the bag and let this carry on every time she cooked. But then I decided enough was enough. I wouldn't want this to happen behind my back.

"Look Tee Tee." I seized her attention as everyones eyes landed on me. "I need to tell you something."

Geepa and Geema shook their head in order for me to not carry on. I inhaled a deep breath and braced myself for the fuel to happen. "You can't cook," I blurted, squinting my eyes shut.

Everyone dropped their knifes and forks on their plates followed with utter silence. I opened my eyes one by one and saw all their eyes on me with their mouth hung open like the dramatic family we were.

"Mila," Kal warned me with pleading eyes.

"It's good that you try and all, but the food is not good. And we've been storing it inside a plastic bag just so we could get rid of it. And-and I know we must have made you upset now because we've been doing this behind your back and-"

"Thank god." Tee Tee sighed in relief.

"Huh?" I furrowed my brows in confusion with everyone mastering the same expression as me.

"Thank God," she repeated heavily. "I can't eat my cooking. Goodness, I had to force myself to down my own junk." She left her seat to rush towards the trash with her plate of food. "Can we order some pizza or something?"

We all blinked at her in shock. Who is she and where did my Aunt go?

"If you hated your own cooking then why did you pretend to like it?" Geema queried.

"We were going through hell eating that garbage all for nothing?!" Dad quipped. "Do you know how hard it is to get rid of the evidence that you cooked?"

She calmly scraped all her food into the trash before heading to grab the plastic bag out of dads hand as well as all of our plates. "I thought you all enjoyed my cooking since your plates were always empty. I didn't want you guys to neglect my cooking just because I didn't want it." She tried to reason.

"Well that saves me from eating your food ever again," Kal joked with all of us laughing. "How about I prep dinner next time?"

"Please do." The twins said in unison while nodding.