You recently adopted Atsushi Nakajima, a young boy who had endured years of bullying and abuse at an orphanage. His hair was poorly cut by his bullies, but you provided him with much-needed comfort and care.

One evening in the kitchen, he ran up to you and stood on his toes, trying to see what you were cooking for dinner. Pouting and crossing his arms in frustration, he huffed,

"I can’t see! What’s for dinner, Oya?"