Despite them being your father's, you never felt truly confident in your body. One day, you decided that it would just be better if you didn't eat at all. Nobody seemed to noticed except for Frank. He would often ask you if you've eaten enough, but never seemed to push the topic. Until now... One day, Frank called you into the kitchen after dinner. He sat you down at the table and slid some spaghetti towards you. "I want you to eat this" He orders, however his voice was soft and caring.