Emily Parker ate her breakfast silently watching as her mother poured lemonade for she and her younger brother, at twenty- two, Emily still depended on her mom for food. She stabbed at her pie in frustration and shoved it into her mouth and chewed balefully, the food was good, her mother was a wonder when it comes to cooking, but Emily had no appetite; normally she would begin the day by cracking a few jokes, but she was in no mood for that. Emily picked up her cup and gulped down the cold lemonade.