I remember when my mother stopped loving us. It happened when she made us Mac n’ Cheese for dinner. She stopped loving us when she put the milk and butter in. She didn't wait long enough for the butter to melt all the way. We each got served a bowl of powdered cheese pasta and clumps of butter. My brothers and sisters started eating without realizing what was happening. My mother returned to her bedroom in silence. Perhaps she was just tired from the day I thought. Looking back down at my bowl I realized...she no longer loved us.
"Classic"
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