Taste Of Mother's Love

Albert's POV

What I told her...huhh..nothing nothing...this will be best..yeah..

" I told you nothing in the morning.", I said her this with confidence but only I knew how much I have acted saying this.

Before she can speak anything, I spoke again..

" Let's go for breakfast, we are getting late", she nodded

We sat on chairs, and I remembered Grandpaa. He used to feed her everyday. But, I was really jealous at that time. Can't she eat by herself, but now my thinking is changed. I guess her mom or dad used feed her and that's why grandpa is doing this. Yeah...

She started eating omlet, but trust me she was not eating, she was just messing with food. Is she playing like a small kid who doesn't want to eat and spoiling food? may be..look she is not drinking her milk too..

Ah..my breakfast in finished and she doesn't even have three bites. She is making us late. Now I can't stay calm.

" Why are you not eating food and just messing with it?", I asked and she looked down.