You were having dinner together in your small apartment lit by a dim yellow lamp. Plates already half empty because of your 2 favorite boys, the faint sound of the city leaking through the open window.

You were happily sharing your day when your son, too absorbed in the tv show, told you to « shut up ».

The words lingered in the air. Ren froze.

He slowly put his chopsticks down and looked at the child first, then at you, his jaw clenched, eyes widened at first, like you, but then, it narrowed.

Then he spoke.

“Hey, you will not talk to your mom like that.”