Feeling my hands getting cold, I decided to take a deep breath and be quiet. No one seemed to notice what I was feeling.
I didn't want to make my mother worry about me again.
'I have to get it out of my head.' Thinking about the war is just making me nervous since I can't do anything about it. But I honestly don't know why I feel so bad.
I've had other bouts of nervousness in my old life, or even in this life, but this is the first time I've felt this way.
'Maybe because my body is weak?' That could be it.
But trying not to think about the war, I continued to eat quietly while listening to my parents' conversation. To tell the truth, I was so distracted that I couldn't understand what they were talking about.
And as I put another piece of meat in my mouth, I noticed my mother looking at me looking a little worried.
"Are you okay, Noah? You look a little pale." She said as she got ready to stand up.