Johnny

The radio was blasting, the TV was on high, and the washing machine was going.

“Darry?” wewe call as wewe walk into the front door of his house. “What’s going on!” wewe yell as wewe see him in the kitchen, making eggs.

“What?” He yells.

You go turn the radio off. “What’s going on?”

“It’s too quiet.” He mumbles.

“Well, wewe had the radio on full blast and the TV going.” wewe say.

“Because it’s too quiet.”

You smile up at your boyfriend. “You miss them, don’t you?”

“No…” Darry says.

“Yes wewe do.” wewe smile.

“Just a little.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I...

“You aren’t eating.” Johnny says as wewe stare down at your plate.

“Not hungry.” wewe mutter, staring at the chakula in front of you.

He puts down his fork. “That’s what wewe alisema at lunch.”

“I’m not hungry.” wewe shrug.

“But I made your inayopendelewa spaghetti, tambi sauce. wewe always like that.”

“I’m just not hungry.” wewe sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.

“Playing with your chakula isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.

“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” wewe suddenly snap.

The look on his face kills you. wewe can see the disappointment...