---- extra lunch boxes... But I just can't get it right." Hearing what she said, it suddenly felt like we had never been apart since high school. In fact, all the warmth I felt before was coming back as she would come over every day after work to care for me. When the Sullivans brought me home, I yearned for my parents' affection and imagined they would dote on me, taking care of me meticulously. Instead, the first thing they told me when we first met was that they would keep Uriah, but Uriah never once showed any inclination to visit Grandpa... Even as those messy thoughts occupied my mind, she picked up her plate of chicken wings and took them to the bin. "T guess I'm not much of a chef," she sighed. "What a waste of chicken." Icame to my senses and took the plate off her hands. " Then let's not waste it." Bewildered, she cried, "Wait, stop! It's burnt-your ---- stomach will hurt!" Still, lused my height to my advantage and avoided her grasp, and shoved one chicken wing into my mouth. Although it was a little charred, it wasn't horrible at all. She huffed, "Don't blame me when your stomach hurts." I smiled as I looked into her eyes. "It's the best chicken wings I've ever had." She blushed a little, but soon narrowed her eyes into a glare, and I tactfully turned away. And to no surprise, my stomach started hurting in just thirty minutes.