When Kim got back, her mother had a plate of their dinner out on the table for her.
“Kim, dear, make sure you eat all the food! I made it special for you.”
“But mom, I just—“
“I don’t want to hear it. You know I don’t want you starving yourself, honey! Do I need to get you more food? You know what, yeah. I’ll give you a second plate just in case.”
Before Kim could even get a word out, her mother was back in the kitchen whipping up a second plate of the leftovers. Kim knew she couldn’t win against her mother, so she sat down at the table and began eating.
For dinner that night was Chicken Alfredo— Kim’s favorite. Each bite she took, her stomach felt tighter and tighter. Her mother came over with seconds and set it down right next to her with the expectation that she would eat all of it.
“Mom, I’m too full! I can’t eat any more food,” Kim mumbled.
“Nonsense, honey. I worked so hard on it. I made your favorite desert, too. Let me get you some of that!”
Kim groaned.
The last bite of desert came, and she felt nice and full. Something about that sensation made her feel great. There was nothing like a full belly. She almost expected more food to come.
Sure enough, her mother offered her seconds of desert.
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