For a while, she just watched her two sons eating till their bowls were empty. Before, they would push their mother to eat along with them. But gradually it had become a ritual thing for all of them: the boys eat and she waits.
When it was past eight thirty, she was left alone at the table. Without any appetite, she lifted the heavy chopsticks, put some vegetable between her senseless lips and stuff ed her mouth with more distasteful food. It seemed as if she was wishing for her own death while waiting for something good.