4She sat there moodily picking at her dinner. It was macaroni and cheese…with peas. The green looked vivid and bright against the white sauce and she hated it. Peas in a spaghetti bolognaise she could understand, peas in a lasagne she can understand, peas mixed in with meat and tomato sauce on top of pasta she can understand, but not peas and macaroni and cheese. It doesn't go together. Macaroni and cheese is supposed to be on its own. Even salad wouldn't go with it.
"Just eat it!" her mother says irritably. "It's not going to kill you"
"M'not hungry" she says poking at the offending peas.
"This is ridiculous. It's just a change that's all" her mother says rolling her eyes.
"Don't like changes" she says under her breath.
But her mother catches it "don't know why, changes are good. It's new"
"Changes aren't safe" the girl whispers, only her brother who was sitting across the table so the single tear that rolled slowly on her cheek. Her sister looked at her from the corner of her eye and knew that she wasn't just talking about peas and macaroni.
Their parents didn't notice, but then again it's their ever changing relationship that has made the girl so insecure of changes.