“I'm sorry I yelled at you upstairs,” he began and I shook my head to let him know that I don’t want to talk about this topic.

The boy's happy breath made me smile, “you did a good job.” He put a piece in his mouth, put the second piece into the sauce, and dipped it in an exaggerated manner. My desire was dying. I asked him to eat it. I saw him put everything in his mouth, and my smile became bigger. “What the hell is this?” When he spat, he screamed, took a glass of lemonade and took a large sip, “this tastes like acid, damn it!” He...