Eva

 

“Come on, Roy. Eat”

 

He shakes his head and stare at the food.

 

I sigh tiredly.

 

I don’t know how to persuade him to eat, we’ve been sitting like this for the past twenty minutes.

 

“Roy, your Mom wouldn’t want you to starve yourself because of her”

 

“Eva, do you think uncle Fred has seen my mom?” He asked.

 

Worry written all over his face, his eyes dull and red, as if he’s holding himself from crying.

 

“Of course!” I smile. “I promise they’ll be here soon, but until then let’s get something in your stomach”

He nods and pick up his fork.

 

Just then my phone beep. I...