I sat in a seat while Brent helped his mother finish making dinner. I volunteered to help, but Brent said no, how I just need to relax. “Oh and your dad called me saying he has to work late tonight. So it’ll just be the three of us tonight.” Brent’s mom spoke to him as she placed three plates on the table, one in front of me. “My God Jamie it looks like they don’t feed ya back home.”

I looked down at my lap from her words. In the back of my mind I faintly noticed the woman’s faint Irish accent, but that wasn’t important, “Barely,” I mumured, “My mom wants to keep my thin.”

“Well there always comes a time when one is too thin, and dearie you reached that point years ago. So tonight I’m gonna put some meat on those bones of yours.”

Brent took a seat beside me and took hold of my hand, squeezing it to give me support. He leaned in close and whispered, “Now time for you to tell your life story to my mom…her being nosy like that. You can leave out any details you want.”