I think I've done something lately to make Aston angry. Aston kept silent and did not speak to me. It had been two weeks, and the atmosphere in the house had never been so gloomy. I couldn't help calling Aston and asking what Aston is.

"Aston, do you know what Papa is? Why don't you talk to him?"

Arturo came home from school and was dragged into the kitchen by me, shaking his head.

This is not the first time I've gotten this answer from countless children, as I often drag her to ask the question, and she seems annoyed because I noticed Arturo's eyebrows are a little wrinkled, but...