I headed straight home.
The moment I opened the door, my hungry stomach started growling. I hadn't eaten lunch or breakfast, so I shouldn't be wondering as to why. I shut the door and tiredly dropped my bag on the bed, before placing the take-out food on the table.
I had a slight headache at the moment. It must be due to excessive crying and an empty stomach combined. If Mom was alive, she would lecture me about skipping meals. But before Mom could rise from the dead to lecture me about not eating lunch on time, I sat down and took out my lunch from the plastic bag.
The enticing scent of food made my stomach growl harder. Without a moment's delay, I ate a spoonful of chopsuey and rice to satisfy my cravings.
The dish was my Mother's favorite and since she loved to cook her own version of chopsuey during occasions, it then became my favorite. My eyes momentarily closed, savoring the bursting flavor in my mouth. If Mom was here, she would have enjoyed the food.
