Kara

　　I was not in a cold war. However, my mother locked her mouth and I just dived into my own thoughts. Only forks, knives and plates created the sounds in this quiet cool dining room. I threw a glance at my mother once in a while. She was physically with me yet her mind might travel somewhere to the place I couldn’t think of. My mother ate then paused, ate again, paused for a few seconds and shoved salad into her mouth. She had been on diet since she was diagnosed with diabetes. I saw many leftovers on her plate when she left the dining room without a word....