What's coming...

Feeling

2020

My stomach twists painfully when I look at the lavish table, a huge hypocrisy on my part, because there are many people on the streets of New York who are starving, but the feeling of disgust at seeing so much food is greater than any other feeling.

"Eat, Feel" My father says patiently, pointing to the table with a wide variety of food and meat. He hated eating red meat at night, he was always sick, it went down really badly in my stomach and my day started complicated to force something I didn't want.

I start to grab some salad, but you know when you feel someone watching you?

I look up to see my dad staring at me, his angry eyes watching me intently.

“Eat the damn food, Feeling. you feed like a damn bird, you need to gain weight or you're going to disappear from my face any day " Oh dad... how I would like to disappear not only from your face, but also from your life "Cristina, make your daughter's plate" My father commands and my mother looks up from her plate as if sh