My mother seemed surprised by this outcome, but she seemed to have learned her lesson. "No more fish for you," she said.
I could tell she wasn't happy; she had that tone that adults have when they concede to someone they can't really understand but still have to put up with. After that, she made sure to always get me other kinds of meat. It was just another thing to add to my truly special menu.
I hate to admit it, but I was a spoiled brat.
While I had a real reason to hate fish, I had no real reason to hate almost all vegetables. My mother had to do all kinds of gymnastics to feed me. I had products bought especially for me and cooked to my liking.
Yes. I hate to admit it, but I really was a spoiled brat.
One day, while we were still living in the middle ring, we were invited to dinner by a friend of my mother's whom I had never seen before. She was a beautiful woman with long black hair and golden eyes and I remember her stern expression very well.
