Dinner
"Eat your dinner or go to bed right now" she commanded in an angry voice while maintaining that lovely smile as I sat there silently obeying, too weak to offer any resistance, for the sixth or seventh night in a row.
I did my best to swallow every horrible mouthful in order to avoid an early bedtime or a beating all the while knowing that it wasn't something I would normally be forced to eat and having no idea that the last mouthful was the last thing I would see of my father.
Thank you for your dreadfully cannibalistic and starvation tactic entry. I hope the little boy had lots of ketchup and hot sauce lol. I shall add it to the post above.
That little boy doesn't want to talk about it an further, but thank you any way.