“Don’t you like the food?” He asked. “Hmm?” I look at him. “You are not talking.”

“I’m really big.” I promise. “Okay.” He said.

We went silent for a second.

He took the washcloth and put it in the sink.

I remembered something in the sink.

“C-can I ask you something?” I will ask.

He turned to me, waiting for me to continue what I’m saying.

“W-why are you doing this Wilder?”

He stared at me for a minute. I look down, pressing my index fingers nail and my thumb.

I lost hope that he will answer me.

Fertine. Know your limitations.

Seems like my mind is right all along....