Drunk Marcel

“Food is ready,” Izabelle announced as she carried the tray of food to the dining table where her daughter was already preparing the table and cleaning it like the good child that she was.

“Mommy, the food smells so good.”

“It's done, right?”

“En.”

“I invested a lot of love in this. You have to finish it so that it doesn't go to waste, hmm?”

“Yes. We are going to eat them.”

After serving a decent amount of food on the child’s plate, Izabelle sat down and served herself too. They dug in.

“Mommy, Uncle Nick didn't come for dinner today?” Rosie asked. She had been low-key waiting for him and see if he was going to come before but now that they already started eating and he hadn't shown up, she couldn't help but voice her concern.

“No. He has somewhere to be at. Do you miss him?”

“En.”

“I'm going to call him after eating. You'll talk to him. Come on, eat your food. You haven't eaten well today.”

The child nodded and dug into her meal. Izabelle looked at her. She wondered why the child