Story

I was feeding my mother, at that time I went forward to open the door with my sticky hand at the sound of the calling bell. Aunty from the next flat came with a box in her hand. I greeted Aunty and asked her to come inside. Aunty saw the soup in my hand and asked, -Hayat, Dad, why the soup in your hand? Do you understand that he was eating? I got annoyed at this point. Actually I was cooking meat this afternoon so I brought some for you.