“ There's no food in the house.” Tamara slammed the fridge’s door shut. Anger and frustration laced in her voice.

Her stomach grumbled again. Her hormones were running very high as she kept feeling hungry every twenty minutes after eating.

She turned to her mother who acted like she didn't just hear what she said.

They haven't spoken to each other since the outburst in the car.

“ Mum.” She called in frustration. “ There's absolutely nothing to eat in this house.”

“That's because there's no food.”

“ Then go and get, I'm hungry and upset.” She vented her frustration and mood swings.

Dayse scoffed. “ Remember, I stopped getting...