I wanted to hit my head on the glass table so bad, but I groaned instead, rubbing my face harshly with my palms.

“I cannot do that mother,” I argued, knowing that none of the options were going to be favorable for me.

“Then we do not have a deal.” she clapped twice as the maids rushed in with bowls and plates of different foods. “Be careful, Son, I might be miles away from you, doesn’t change much. Eat.” she said with a tone that indicated she was done with the conversation and passed me a plate of pasta.

Even if I was hungry on my way here, (which I...