Im sitting at the computer desk, chewing on a chicken wing....
i can feel my moms dagger eyes sting the back of my head.
i do this every time, and no matter how many times she chases me out the kitchen, spoon in hand, i always snatch a chicken and run.
i imagine my mom as a lioness when she makes dinner. standing in front of the stove as if guarding a freshly killed zebra.
And I, am that pesky hyena. snatching up my meal when shes not looking.
my mom hates when i eat before all of the food is done, and laughs at me when i grab a chicken too hot for my hands.