Aaron had ordered grilled beef while I was still asleep, so even when he made us breakfast, he had himself sorted out. He served breakfast, and we sat at the table to eat. His pancake tasted delicious, and it was perfect with the milk. Yet, I wanted the grilled beef, which he ate, and when he noticed my longing stare at the piece in his hand, he offered it to me. Of course, I couldn’t take it. Zion sat at the table, and I had always taught him this thing called contentment and wanted to lead by example. So I shook my head and thanked him.

Aaron informed me he...