let me split up. So I happily imagined my happy and free single life in the future.

when my family is sitting around the table for dinner, I will sit alone on the sofa and enjoy the "dinner" bought with my pocket money, sometimes a few pieces of bread and sometimes a sugar cake. My little sister at home always couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food. She looked at me, and her mother gave a dry cough and stopped this greedy little guy.

Sometimes, when I am in a good mood, I will lavishly buy a large piece of barbecued pork, which makes my little sister yearn for it more. With good food, my mother will invite me to dinner, but I refuse them all. Those dishes are really delicious, but I am afraid that once I can't resist the temptation, all my efforts will be wasted.

Later, my little sister wanted to learn from me, and my mother severely refused him. He also went on a hunger strike like me, but my mother always ignored him and refused to eat. Then remove the food. Busy with your own business quietly. My little sister was very pickled, staring at the bread I bought, and said, "I'm starving, I'm starving." No way, I had to take out a part and share it with her. From then on, whenever I went to buy food, she would follow me and say, "I'll have one, too." One day at noon, I avoided her and went to the store to eat noodles. Just after eating, I saw her coming out of the opposite food store, wiping her glossy mouth with the back of her hand. I ran over and asked her where the money came from. She folded her arms and replied loudly, "I borrowed it from someone else." Then walk away. Afterwards, I learned that she borrowed it in my name, so I had to take out the money and let her return it to others.

My mother is silent about all this. She cooks as usual every day and fills the cupboard, but my mother's eyes are very cold when she looks at me. Finally, I have no money, but there are still two days before a month. I want my mother to make a prediction. She looks at me coldly and says, "No."

I drank a glass of water in the morning. At noon, I felt my knees weak when I walked. When I got home at noon and pushed open the door, I was surprised. My mother didn't go to work. She was serving dishes on the table, and the aroma in the room was overflowing. I didn't eat it, for fear that the independent achievement would be destroyed.

After they finished eating, my mother quietly handed me a piece of bread and said, "If you don't eat what's on the table, just eat this." I broke the bread, and a sour feeling flowed from my heart, which will never disappear.

naturally, that bread is the most delicious food I have ever eaten. Later, every time I was hungry, I longed for such a soft piece of bread. My mother's plain words aroused my emotion, "We are a family."

that night, the family dined at a small dining table under the lamp, and the lively and relaxed atmosphere full of people on the table made me feel a sense of relief.

two days later, the one-month deadline expired, and my mother didn't ask me about my plans, so the split-up was over easily. When I saw the girl boarding at school again, I felt sorry for the person who couldn't taste the taste of family getting together for dinner.