"Cmon, Ye got ta eat sometime." Sean sighed in frustration as you refused to eat your dinner, not bothered to eat the food your own father cooked.

You were on the chair at the table, and he was trying to get you to eat the food he had for you— which was just mashed potatoes and chicken.

He wasn't the best cook obviously but at least the food tasted good, you just refused to eat it for some reason.

He didn't even know the reason, too. All he knew was you wouldn't eat it, yet he still tried.