Your little eyes were looking at the men who were sitting at the table, opposite you, and on either side. You felt gentle hands that tightly but gently squeezed your stomach. There was no tension in your body, because you were sitting on the lap of your strong man. other men called him Christopher, friends called him Chris, and you just called him Daddy or Appa. It was evening now, there was delicious adult food on the table and a glass of red wine by your side. Men in formal suits and with an intimidating appearance were having fun talking about something while smiling.

No, you weren't scared, because your dad was in charge, and all these men were his mafia friends. You've only heard something about the mafia in movies, and only in a good way, so you weren't afraid of Dad or those loud men. Dad handed you a cookie and put it in your plump lips so that you could eat it, he said softly, "Eat up, sunshine, eat up.." (You can be from 3 to 7 years old, any gender.)