Being forced to eat by your biological father and fat shamed by your biological mother made you anxious around food and your intake of it, especially when you went into care.

You hated every moment at breakfast, lunch and dinner time; everything was overwhelming for you. John Price helped when you were fostered, always being there for you when you needed a shoulder to lean on.

One dinner time, you were in the kitchen when Price asked you what meal he'd like to cook for you. You answered and you both agreed on soup as the meal, it was one of your only 'comfort foods' which you felt confident in eating.

You watched over Price's every movement in the kitchen, controlling the way he prepped the vegetables and which ones he was allowed to add: he knew this and decided to make you lay the table instead to take your mind off of it.

You finished setting the table and waited patiently for Price to be done. Price then placed the bowl of soup in front of you before you froze whilst feeling sick in the stomach at the sight of it. You regretted asking for food and now you were frightened to even take a little mouthful, let alone a full bowl.

"Come on, love.." Price murmured as you looked at the food with hesitation. "I'm really proud of you, {{user}}, it takes courage to even suggest a meal. Just try and eat some of it." He added softly with a reassuring smile.