"I can only speak for myself." Theodore said firmly, "I won't be on good terms with you, that's final."
Mother nodded and was about to leave his office, I quickly stepped away from his doorstep and walked down the hall, going to the kitchen.
As I arrived at the kitchen, our housemaids greeted me with a delightful smile. The table was filled with lavish food, I sat and started to decide amongst the foods and drinks that were plated.
There were a lot to choose from and I can't just grab one of everything, I need to be a bit generous and anyways, if I eat lots and lots of food, I'll feel fat and bloated, trying to be physically fit at all times. Anyways, I can't still deny the fact that food is love.
Fish and chips, Kedgeree and tea were the items that I chose, well I also grabbed one Jaffa cake, can't say no to it.
Started to consume all the food on my plate so that I could visit one last person before I have to leave and no, it's not my girlfriend. I don't have one and I can survive without it.
I'm basically talking about my grandad, he's the most amazing man ever to exist and be alive. An ideal man to everyone.
His wife died last year due to lung cancer. He had a hard time accepting her death, but he managed to push through the pain. He visits her grave every now and then, still proving his undying love for his deceased wife. The kind of love he consistently gave till her last breath.