Mum handed me my dinner. I looked at it, then back at her, then back at my food, then back at her. I wasn’t sure if she actually expected me to eat that disgusting thing. She expected me to eat something so eerie looking. It was green with hints of red and orange. There were some chunky bits and some smooth bits. It also had some black seeds the size of an apple sticker. Mum told me to eat it… so I did. I tasted it and just couldn’t resist the urge to spit it out all over my dad. It was disgusting. I just couldn’t eat something so gross.