Eating

I don't know why my parents ate as they did.  Even my dad spurted finally that the food my mom ate before isn't here.

I can only listen and agree that I didn't like who I was.  I don't want it to be my fault my parents didn't eat right, like how I took more of the meat because I didn't like peppers and there wasn't enough.  I was always more hungry and should have eaten more, for some reason, but thought I wasn't supposed to eat too much and I guess that my mom only made a certain amount of food to feed the family, like a set ration, which seemed cute yet questionable.  We didn't have like biscuits and gravy and stuff like that much.  It was like a lot of chicken and rice.  A lot!  I figured rice was good but dunno.