The gaming session felt pretty nice, helping you take your mind off the problems that still lingered in your head. You were so immersed in it that you didn’t even notice how quickly time passed until you heard your mom calling you and your sister for dinner. "PHILIP. SAMANTHA. COME DOWN, DINNER IS READY."
You placed everything aside and walked back into the kitchen. Upon entering, you were greeted by a familiar dish your mom loves to make: pasta carbonara. You took your usual seat, helped yourself to a portion of pasta, and, as usual, began talking about some things.
"So, Philip, did you already prepare everything for school on Monday?" your dad asked, just as you were trying to eat your food in peace.
"Yeah, I did," you replied, even though it was a full-on lie. The moment he heard your answer, he said, "Don't lie to me. I know you didn't do it. I just don't want you to slack off in your last year." There was a bit of a worrying tone in his voice.
"Don't worry, Dad. I won't, and besides, tomorrow is still a day to get things done," you said, offering an assuring smile, which your father happily accepted.
The rest of dinner went as usual—Samantha being as annoying as ever, while Mom and Dad tried to encourage and engage with their children's lives. It was just like it always was, but then it came back. Out of nowhere, it started again—the pondering in your head. You tried to ignore it and took a few sips of water.
Your mom also asked why you weren’t drinking your usual drink at dinner, but at the same time, she was happy because the water is healthier than the things you usually drink. The pondering worsened, getting more and more intense, until, suddenly, it just disappeared. Like it was never there. You didn’t question it because you could function again without any problem.
But then, while eating, you suddenly had a weird thought: "Do I even like pasta?"
The moment it came, you tried to dismiss it because, of course, you liked it. Maybe it wasn’t your favorite dish, but it was something you couldn’t deny when it was offered to you. You had no idea where this thought came from - maybe you were still tired from the trip.
After you finished the rest of the meal, a second thought came to you, but this time you didn’t even register it. "It was a bit bland. Maybe a bit more spice would have helped."
You thanked your mom for the meal before placing the dishes in the sink and went back to your room, thinking about what to do next before going to bed.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
