CHAPTER 32: HEDONISM SPA

KEVAH'S POV

I am exhausted by the time I stopped crying. My eyes are swollen, but the pain is still there, loud inside my chest. The sky is getting dark now, and I soon have to make my way back to my mother’s house where Manny is waiting for me. But I don't want to see Mama. I just can't deal with her. I don't think Mama likes me. I think she's ashamed of me, the fact that I am on the heavier side, but aren't parents supposed to love their children unconditionally? Regardless of their colour, height, weight or sexual preferences? Mama is such a hypocrite for someone who goes to church and holler out praise the Lord every Sunday. I scoff and my tummy makes a roaring sound. My body is telling me that it’s hungry, but I just don't feel like eating.

I am lying on the grass hugging grandma's tombstone when I hear the faint footsteps of someone coming. I smell his cologne before I see him. Manny smiles at me lightly with concern in his eyes. I feel so bad bringing him into my fucked up worl