Selma Payne's POV:
I stuck out my tongue in embarrassment and said, "But eating relaxes me, Mother."
"You're not a baby anymore. Are you going through some kind of growth spurt?" My mother didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She called Bertha over to give me three small blueberry cookies. "This is the last snack. No matter how much you want to eat it, wait until dinner. Restraining desire is also an important lesson in learning."
I quickly swallowed the three small biscuits and mechanically flipped through the routine report. I suddenly remembered: it was Sunday tomorrow, the gathering of the New Moon Goddess' followers.
It wasn't exactly a 'gathering', but a large-scale assembly. In the three years that I was unconscious, the Sunday Assembly was originally held by my followers to refine the power of the divine shards to feed me. When I woke up, I stopped this. It was too much for a living person to be worshipped like a god!
