In the kitchen…
Talia was pushing the food on her plate.
She couldn't describe the agonizing feeling that gnawed on her insides.
Talia thought how not so long ago she was stuck in an attic, alone, and hungry, believing that only if she could have a safe place that is clean and comfortable, and some good food, she will be happy. Yet now that she is here, with all this delicious food in front of her, without danger of being bullied, with a comfortable bed upstairs… she was not happy.
And why is that? Is it only because one woman took the place that never belonged to Talia?
No, that didn't sound right.
Over the years, Talia met many who pointed out how they are above Talia while she is nothing, yet it never hurt this much.
Talia wondered if she was greedy. Surely, her current situation is a big upgrade compared to what she had. Why is she nitpicking? Why is her heart aching?