Struggling to find my voice amid the intensity of the pain, I managed to force out the words, my breaths coming in shallow gasps. "My stomach... it's aching," I replied, my words strained and filled with a mixture of discomfort and distress.
With a mixture of reproach and concern, Carl seized the opportunity to impart a lesson as the pain wracked my body. His voice took on a firm tone, laced with frustration built up from countless previous warnings. "See, this is the consequence of skipping breakfast. I've told you countless times not to leave for school without eating something. But you never listen," he chided, his words delivered with an undertone of exasperation.
