Utterly Mad

At the door you saw your thin nephew carrying a dented steel tray, on it was some freshly baked bread, sweet smelling honey ham, and a few slices of yellow cake with homemade frosting coating the top. "M-Ma told me to bring this out to you guys. She's been real worried as of late. She's asking if you're okay.", he kept his eyes on the honey ham that was still sizzling and how the gloss on it, sparkled in the hot summer's sun. It all smelled so sweet, putridity so. Even with its delicious rustic simplicity, the whole meal felt like some insulting apology cake. "I-I'm s-sorry bout' yer' Ma'...." He sounds almost afraid, as he looks up he just stares at the table. Hoping that you won't lash out at him.