That's my mom and I in the kitchen. We are having a fight because I'm supposed to eat lunch, but I already did at school.
Eat it, now.
I have to eat it, or else she will be more mad.
My mom is forcing me to eat lunch. I am really full, because I ate lunch at school. I don't think she understands.
See? It's not that bad.
I feel sick.
She doesn't understand my feelings, I'd guess. I'm full and I do not want to eat, I'm full. I don't have any say in this argument! She gives me too much to eat all the time.
She wants me to eat because she says I am skinny like a toothpick. I don't understand, isn't this just a waste of food? My mom is stern with me, so I have to obey the older one, because they know better.
Once I eat, I feel sick. My stomach hurts. It has way too much food in it. She fills the bowl to the brim! I feel sad, because I know I cannot refuse her ever. I feel a bit fine because she is content with me, but I feel a bit neglected.