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"Leave me alone! I said I don't have an appetite!" a bang signalled the fierce close of a bedroom door.
Wildflower was starving himself. He stupidly claims he was 'dieting' and exercising to develop muscles but if having his clothes not size him then his method was truly working.
Mother upset and at her wits end forced Wildflower to see an Eating Disorder Therapist twice a week to the violent belligerence of a disagreeing Wildflower. Better have a child angry than dead, Mother scolded.
A concerned Kholwa suspected the secondary school her brother was attending. Not having a clear picture but she remembered an upset Wildflower crying about multiple rejections from the girl he liked because he was too short and 'fat' compared to the lovely K-pop boy celebrities she worshipped.
Worried for her brother who didn't appear to be improving—a child spending most days stuffed under a blanket either quiet or yelling maddeningly at them to stop trying to feed him—Kholwa failed her drivers licence test twice, dumping all her frustration on a Carson who only wanted to help.
A year had gone past, Wildflower wasn't remotely close to being better but thanks to his crumbling stubbornness, he'd started showing signs of wanting a safe, permanent recovery. Fortunately, Kholwa passed her drivers licence test because the car her mother gifted her was such a blessing she and Carson overindulged in.
Barbie Facial screamed bloody murder, jumping on her scattered bed overexcited at the information of Kholwa doing the devil's tango last night with Carson.
"For someone who's sick, you sure have a lot of energy," Kholwa hid her flushing face in Barbie's miraculously clean pillow. "You'd get sick everywhere."
Hovering above her, Barbie smirked. "How was it? Oh, come on, tell me. Was it good?" eyebrows dance.
"It was...eventful."
A louder scream than the last, a laughing Barbie shook her body to her electric eel dance which only consisted of convulsing like a dying catfish.
Throwing the pillow at her, Kholwa stopped that dreadful dance. "No wonder you're still single. Stop dancing like you're epileptic or you'd remain single forever."
Sweaty, Barbie fell on top of Kholwa who strongly pushed her away. "Even so, I can live vicariously through you, Cul-u-wha,"
Twinkling, Kholwa attempted putting her foot inside her agape mouth but Barbie fluidly escaped onto the door. "Kholwa and Carson kissing on a tree..."
"You're such a child, Barbie Facial."
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