Sera's POV
As I finished my swimming practice, the coach took me to aside. She said she was concerned about me. She kept saying things that I had to look after myself… but I didn't quite know what she was talking about. All I saw was fat. She told me that she may have to take me off the team… till I get better. It wasn't fair… I couldn't lose swimming…
Rhian's POV
I decided to watch the last bit of the swimming practice. Walter and Derek were sitting beside me, enjoying themselves with a new game they had learned at school. It was quite entertaining seeing them that close together. I looked in front and in the pool, was a constant rowing Sera. She didn't stop. She made the laps two times as the coach asked the girls, but I was quite astonished at her body as she got out of the pool. I never realized it had gone this far. Glad John and I made the decision.
I saw the coach talking to her, and I could see Sera rubbing her elbows. That was one of her signs in being uncomfortable. As she moved to the changing rooms, I thought on having a small talk with the coach.
She was quite a nice lady, and she shared her feelings about Sera's condition. I realized that from the coach's explanation, the situation was worse than we all had thought. I still was in question about how Ana and Christian didn't realize anything. They were too lenient and gave in to her food issues.
'I'll talk to her parents. Thanks for the concern coach Wilkinson.' I smiled as we shook hands and I saw Sera walking out of the changing room, back into her warm clothes.
'I think it would help if she got professional help.' She insisted again.
'Thanks again…' I smiled while Walter and Derek ran towards Sera. 'I have to go…'
'I understand… kids.'
'Hello Sera, how are you?' I asked as I held her from her shoulders.
'Sorry I let you waiting.'
'No need to be… I enjoyed seeing you swim.' I smiled. 'Now let's get going…'
Sera's POV
Back at home, I remained in the kitchen doing my homework and studies. Rhian was busy preparing dinner, while Walter and Derek were on my sides doing their own homework. I realized how easy their work was. When I was their age, I thought that the entire math was hard… and it was simply addition and subtraction… today… not so much.
'Mummy… I can't understand this one!' Walter whined.
'What is it dear?' She asked as she came forward.
'This one…' He pointed, while she read, but soon the pot started to boil.
'Damn… Give me a second dear.' She replied as she ran to the pot.
'I'll help him Rhian…' I smiled, while I read the question. 'In my mother's cupboard, there are 5 cookies, and I bought 15 more cookies on the way to home. How many cookies would I have in the cupboard?'
'It's a hard one Sera…' He worriedly replied.
'No… look at this way. Imagine you have 15 cookies, and then your mother gives you 5 more cookies… how much do you have left?'
'Nothing…' He simply replied.
'I think someone doesn't know his math!' I tickled him playfully.
'No! I know my math! I think you don't know Derek!' He replied again.
'Hey! What did I do now?' He asked.
'What does Derek has to do with this problem?' I asked intrigued at his thinking.
'Because if he'll hear I have twenty cookies, then I'll end up with nothing.' He reasoned.
'Mhmm… that's true…' Derek replied.
'Anyhow… you have your answer Walter…' I smiled.
At around 5.30pm John arrived home and as usual, Walter and Derek greeted him. I didn't want to ruin the family's affection so I remained there… However; both Rhian and him included me in their family. It felt nice having someone include me… At home it was another story… We do greet each other, but soon I would make myself scarce when the arguing starts again.
'Come on, clear up the table… Dinner is ready.' Rhian instructed. I quickly switched off my laptop and closed my books in order. I took them up to 'my room', and was soon back downstairs. I realized that the table was already set, and the meal was the most dish I feared. Although it smelled amazing, I felt the pasta revolting... Rhian had made what seemed small spaghetti like pasta with white sauce. I think they were called casarecce. If I had pasta and when I had it, it had to be brown to decrease refined carbohydrates... And for sure I would have never taken it with white sauce. It had all sorts of butter and dairy products in it. It was full of saturated fats... The worst kind of fats one can put in his body. She told me than in mine she hadn't put any bacon as I'm a vegetarian... But milk is a product of cows making it an animal source food... How was I to eat that?
All of them engaged themselves in some talk... I tried keeping track of it...but I was too lost in what I was supposed to do...
'Sera, is everything alright sweet heart?' Rhian asked as she aided to the mess Derek had done to his face.
'Yes...um... Can I be excused please?' I asked gently.
'Yes dear...' she replied. I saw Flynn resting his back to the chair, but finally he talked.
'Don't sleep... I need to talk to you...' was his only response while I moved from the table.
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