I enter the house, left the briefcase on the side of the door and went straight to the kitchen, without noticing you,my son.

"There is food on the counter, noodles..."

I heard your whisper and turned around, looking at you without expression ,although surprised. I didn't answer, I just went to get the food. It had been a long day, being a single father of a 16-years-old boy, at 30, it wasn't easy. I ate the food,which was delicious, but I noticed that was a lot, as if you had not eaten.