Grasping Mark’s hand, his brow furrowed, Edwin declared, “I want rice.”

Mark was baffled by the child’s preference for such simplicity.

Patting Edwin’s head tenderly, he proposed, “I can watch you eat the fried chicken.”

“But I want the rice,” Edwin clarified, blushing.

Mark smiled, acquiescing to the child’s peculiar request.

“Alright, let’s find you a restaurant.”

to a well-regarded establishment,

Edwin relished the meal.

attending an evening event, the boy’s

temperament

be at the event, too. Don’t

Edwin did, undoubtedly.

But restrained, he sidestepped.

heap

you. You might as

Mark’s smile returned.

to the

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