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.”

Edwin to a well-regarded establishment,

Edwin relished the meal.

Edwin off before attending an evening event, the

Edwin’s temperament reminiscent

“Your mother will be at the event,

Edwin did, undoubtedly.

But restrained, he sidestepped.

have a heap of

you. You might as well just go

Mark’s smile returned.

drove back to the

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