How could I eat something so
Mum set the table, ready for dinner. I was ready for dinner. I turned my head. I sat there awaiting dinner, my stomach ached with hunger, and then I found out Grandma was cooking. My belly ache silenced. I saw the food. I felt sick. How could I eat something so revolting? It was sloppy with a green ooze flowing over the sickening dark grey object placed in the centre of the plate. I loved my grandma but why must she make such repulsive inedible food, I couldn’t break it to her. The table was voiceless, each of us waiting for one another to speak up.