Sixteen years ago…
The young Evelynn's eyes flickered like the stars that particular night inside a shabby house in a dilapidated part of the village.
She salivated at the sight of food on the table. All she knew was that the list of food included everything she ever wanted and wished for.
"Mother! What is the occasion? It's not my birthday. It's not yours. Why are there goodies here?" Her thin voice boomed with excitement and happiness.
She couldn't wait to delve in and swallow every piece.
Something was slightly different in her mother's mood. She was always frowning, but Evelynn noticed she looked nervous that night instead.
Her mother sat in front of her and curtly said, "Just eat. They're for you."
Her mother was always like that. She never really talked to her and never seemed to care. However, Evelynn believed in her heart that her mother loved her like how mothers loved their children. She just had a different language of love.
