Mariam sliced into the piece of steak on her plate, using her fork to hold down the meat as her table knife sliced through it.
As she scooped it up with a bit of mashed potatoes to go with it. Lifting the food into her mouth but she winced,as the food tasted more like sawdust in her mouth.
She and her husband were having dinner,with his sitting just beside her and, as usual, the silence between them was heavy.
Although, the sweet scent of the meal filled her nostrils, making her salivate but her mouth refused to cooperate.
In fact, for the past one week ever since Sandy left and refused to take any her calls, or reply any text messages nothing had tasted right to her and she was tired of feeling this way.
Every meal had become like a chore, bland and joyless. The house always quiet,everyone even the staffs are too scared to mention their names.
And she was growing weary,physically and emotionally of playing this pretend like everything was okay and it's not.
