Shiver

Dinner with my family was always quiet. Everyone sort of stared at me, while I pushed the food around my plate. I ate at school. I had a snack when I came home.

Those were always my excuses.

I think my mother believed me, or wanted to at least.

My father didn’t believe me.

My brother’s definitely didn’t. I could tell by the glares they sent my way. I think they thought I was doing it for the attention.

But it was the exact opposite.

I DIDN’T want the attention. That’s what was killing me.

No pun intended.