I sit at the kitchen table. Tears in my eyes which wasn’t such a surprise. Sadness, the most hated feeling of all. And to be actually feeling it, made me feel as if matters were in my own hands. And, they were.

My mother places a bowl of soup in front of me. My usual favorite, looks disgusting. Because ever bitter bite of it, makes me want to cry. As a feeling of sadness drapes over me, all the terrible memories seem to linger back into my head and make me shiver. Even though a steaming, hot bowl of soup is sitting in front of my face.

Every little sip makes feel cold inside, instead of a warm, comfy feeling. I remember all the times things went the other way around. And my life seemed as if it were turned upside down. And I was left in the dark. Because the light, lingering in my heart, faded away.
“Eat it,” my mother murmurs. I sip it slowly, as my tears land in the bowl.

As I finish, I close my eyes and take in the feeling of having the soup of sadness sit in my stomach.