"Please try to eat something. Please." His father said sternly. He leaned forwards and kissed she gently on the top of the head before releasing him and sitting back in his chair again.

"Are you going to eat too?" He asked timidly.

"Not yet. I'm waiting for you to finish talking," his father replied, turning his attention back to his newspaper.

The following morning, he went to school without telling anyone. He didn't want them to worry about him. If they worried, they would come looking for him. The teachers already thought he had been absent from class. If they were to find out that he hadn't left the house,...