Powerful yet powerless

“Grandma, I'm home!” I called walking into the house.

“Finally! We were waiting for you, the dinner is ready,” she stated and quickly walked back to the kitchen to put food on the plates.

I ran to wash my hands and soon joined Kira and her at the kitchen table. Grandma made my favorite spinach casserole, it was great to taste something that she made after such long time. The food melted in my mouth.

“Doesn't it taste good?” Grandma asked suddenly.

“I love it. Why do you ask?” I answered confused.

“You grimaced like there was something wrong with it…” she clearly noticed my mind was somewhere else.

“Old Amara is right,” Kira cut in, “We were so talkative yesterday, we forgot to ask how have you been, while we were gone. Is there something bothering else you?”

I guessed they were both worried, especially since the solution to break the kissing spe