by Carol Chen

She sits before an empty table, her eyes empty and sad.
Will the food ever arrive? She’s waiting for her Dad.
In the room next door a young girl cries.
‘I don’t want my greens! I just want to eat fries!’
She doesn’t have the energy to give her Dad a hug,
He returned empty-handed, doesn’t even have a mug.
‘Drink your hot chocolate! Don’t spill it on the floor!’
It’s hard to believe they just live next door.