I thought I'd go to the grocery mart today.

You know, the place where you once threw a racket at me and I bled when we were shopping with your mum? Yes. That place.

My knees were shaking on the way there.

Just to buy something small. Not much, just enough.

It's enough to keep me breathing.

You were watching me on the way back, eyes burning into my shaking hands.

You scowled.

You're right, I should starve.