"And now we're common enemies," Dad replied, and that was it for now.
"How much greens can we put today, Krys?" she'd ask me.
I'd show her the size with my tiny fists joined together.
She nodded. "How much rice today, Kaiden?"
"This much." He held up his palm.
"Why do you teach him that?" Dad asked, his voice raising.
"In case he needs to know it." Mom sat down, not really paying him any mind. She had grown tired of Dad's presence the way he had grown tired of our situation-that much I later deduced after many years and restless nights thinking back to the way she looked at him.
I'd never forget the way Dad's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets. "He needs to know how to be a girl?"
"He needs to know how to feed himself," my mother retorted.
"Feed himself?" Dad scoffed, looking down at his plate. "This is feeding himself? People can't live like this."
Mom responded, "If you use my cooking to insult those people one more time-"
"Don't talk to me like that." Dad sat up. "You cooked better when you had real food to cook at all. Admit it, they've taken everything."
Kaiden picked up his spoon and looked at me, gesturing for me to eat faster. Of course, I did, hoping we could escape this. Of course, we didn't. As our parents bickered endlessly, both of their plates left untouched, I considered how thirsty I still was. I smacked my parched lips, forgetting myself and where I was for a moment.
"See that?" My father barked out. "See how your daughter is as dried out as a fish?" He smacked his hand down on the table, water glasses threatening to spill. "Let us hand her over to the Silvermoon on a silver platter. A perfect meal for them with the rest of our dignity."
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