"Hun, can you pass the Salt?"
"The kids already poured enough to make a meal in and of itself."
"Sorry, Honey, but can you pass the Ketchup, instead?"
"I thought I just said..."
"Here you go."
"Thanks."
"What's the problem, Ruby? It's like you don't want us to cover up your food or else...I don 't know…..might send a message that we don't like it."
*Thishhhnnng*
"Which...is wrong, because we do love it. Ruby?"
"......It's just a fear."
"Fear of what? You can tell us. This is a judgmental free zone."
*Phooo
"Failure."
"Ruby, you're not a failure."
"Then why'd I DIE!!!!!!
...…..Can you pass me another slice, please?"
"Ruby, that may be how you feel, but that's not what you are."
"Then who am I?"
"...Head Mistress, please don't cry. Here you go."
"Head Mistress?
Ruby, who are these kids?"
"Yeah, who did you bring into our…..I mean your house?"
"Thanks, Kids. The cake tastes amazing. You all did an amazing job."
"Ruby, My Wife and I asked you a question."
"Please answer."
"Who.....are...these Kids?"
*Sniff*
"Well, I can tell you one thing.
...….They're not a failure.
Especially since they're me!!!!!!"