"Mommy, when is elder sister coming home?" Felix asked of his mother, who was busy cooking in the kitchen.

Felicia smiled at her kid and replied, "She'll be here in a minute. She went to meet her pal."

"Is elder sister's friend that poor girl?" Felix pinched his little nose and asked his mother.

Felicia glanced at her son helplessly and said, "You can't label people like that, son. You must not do this to anyone, rich or poor. Use the names we have."

"But that doesn't stop her from being poor!" He snorted as he remembered how poor this person was.

Felicia set down the wooden spoon and approached...