My Secret.

saw those few dishes, they were obviously just leftover

ll of it leftovers. Yet, these weren't enough for them, so they had to reach i

of leftovers directl

le Caleb, I didn't get enough to eat. I only had a few bites

wasn't satisfied and had to pick at the few bites left on my plate. Moreover

and she didn't even acknowledge me. She ate my food wit

? Was I someone who cou

ood that I was angry? No, it was about t

m, he said to Sheri, "Your auntie Bryan has the best temper and is so kind - hearted.

hat I almost laughed out of anger. So, did it mean tha

nger, I would be d

smissive snort, and right after that came a comment from my Mara, "Just ignore her. I

a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and rushed towards her. Even

ight onto Mara's head and using the br

ent, I resembled an eagle that was about to catch chicks, and they were the f

y too. He snatched the bottle from my hand an

my hands. Keeping my temper in check, I snapped at him with a frigid voice, "Who the hell are you bellowing at? Who the hel

orthless" was my most sensitive spot. For twenty years,

nst me again, it wouldn't be a matter of divorce anymore.

He bit his lip hard but cou

e door broke

into a smile and greeted the neighbors downstairs, who were a

ther willing to back down, until Caleb sent the neighbors a

on. Even so, Mara started crying and shouted at Caleb, "Cal

or. Caleb couldn't let them leave our home i

il, and I wearily retr