Meet Me Where the Oak Tree Grows novel Chapter 11

I sat there, head down, nervously picking at my fingers, not saying a word.

With a heavy sigh, she turned and gave Jonah a solid whack on the back, making a noise loud enough to startle me.

"Jonah, you're scaring her again," she scolded.

Jonah just looked resigned, shrugging it off. "Alright, alright, it's my fault again."

She nodded towards me. "If she doesn't eat the soup, it's all on you."

"Lana," she added, "I'll handle him if you don't eat."

Jonah clicked his tongue, grabbing the bowl beside him. He stirred the soup with a spoon and leaned in closer, his sharp eyes surprisingly soft.

"Come on, just eat, alright? What did I ever do to deserve this?"

I couldn't help but chuckle, taking the bowl and eating slowly, a spoonful at a time.

"Take it easy, no rush," he said.

Maybe the soup was too hot, 'cause my eyes started to sting. Tears slipped down my cheeks, salty and unstoppable.

Of course, I knew they meant well. I’d seen neighbors persuade their four-year-olds to eat just like this.

But I wasn't a kid anymore. Even when I was, my mom never coaxed me to eat. My dad didn't like girls, so I wasn’t allowed at the table. I’d take my food to a corner and eat alone.

If I took two pieces of meat, he'd smack my hand with his spoon, calling me greedy and selfish. If I filled my plate, he'd slap my face, saying I was lazy and gluttonous.

I always ate fast, terrified that if I slowed down, my dad would shatter my bowl, leaving me with nothing.