167 Some Small Advice

Scattered crumbs and dark smears were all that was left on the plate by the time I was done snacking my heart away, and as always my taste buds yearned for more. Mom had always been great at making meals that could so easily tempt one to the infernal sin of gluttony.

Really, it's a wonder that I was still skinny.

Then over there, juxtaposing the hearty meals of a caring mother, suddenly there was the confession of the cold-blooded murder of her countless children to keep in mind with every delectable munch.

Still, I got through it and yet although the cake was finished, alas, these questions of mine remained unending. 

I wanted to know more - more than more, really - I needed to know everything, down to the minute details… I wanted to learn about her upbringing, Dad's, their history, their fights, their reason for eloping so hard that they changed worlds.