Write a story that seems normal on first sight , except for one small detail that makes it extremely creepy on a more careful reading [ WP ]

My sister stares at her plate of spaghetti. Her skin is pale, and her red eyes make her look tired. 
 
 I am ravenously devouring my own spaghetti dinner. Soccer practice always makes me hungry, and I feel like I'm starving. My momma's already scooped the rest of the meal into bowls for herself and Bryan. Momma comes over to the table, hands Bryan a bowl, and he smiles up at her lovingly. He thanks her as she sits down, then leans over and they share a quick peck. I scrunch up my face mockingly. Kissing is so gross! 
 
 I slurp up a few noodles and toss a meatball into my mouth. 
 
 `` Lori- are n't you going to eat, honey?'' suddenly asks my momma. 
 
 We all look at Lori, and her plate. She's only taken a couple bites. Quietly she responds, `` I do n't like it.'' 
 
 My momma frowns, and Bryan does too. Bryan speaks to his daughter, `` Honey, Tammy spent a lot of time making us dinner. It tastes really good. See?'' He swirls his own fork, takes a big bite, and makes a show of how good it is. I roll my eyes. My momma's a good cook, but she's not *that* good. I look back at Lori. She sighs and takes a few bites to appease everyone. Bryan smiles at her. 
 
 The conversation moves on. Lori eats a few more bites. My own meal is disappearing. I wish we had more, but we do n't. We do n't have enough money. Too many bills. Momma and Bryan say we have to budget everything now. We stretch our groceries as much as we can. I hate it. I've asked my momma when we can go back to the way things were, but she just says `` Soon, honey.'' 
 
 Lori suddenly leaps from the table and rushes down the hall. She slams the bathroom door shut and I can hear her retching. Bryan jumps from the table and goes after his daughter. Momma's eyes follow him, looking worried. I can hear Bryan asking Lori if she's alright, but she's still throwing up and does n't say anything back to him. 
 
 My food is gone and I eye Lori's plate. I reach over with my fork to snatch one of her meatballs when my hand gets slapped away by my mom's fork. `` Ouch!'' I yelp, withdrawing my hand. 
 
 With a serious look on her face my mom says, `` That's Lori's. She needs to eat it.'' 
 
 `` But she said she did n't like it!'' 
 
 `` You still ca n't have it. It's hers. That girl's got to eat as much as she can- so she can regain her strength.'' 
 
 I rub my red hand and nod. I still want Lori's meatball, but there's no point in arguing with my momma. She knows what's best. She makes sure we're all taken care of.
