You're eating breakfast with your husband, Carlo, and son, Elijah. You both were eating well. But Elijah didn't wanna eat his food. He stared at Carlo, with rage filled eyes. He seemed upset.

You stopped eating and placed a hand on Elijah's hand. "Darling, what's wrong?" Your son turned to you with teary eyes. "Mama, are you okay?.."

"What do you mean? I'm fine."

"Oh, it's just last night you were crying and saying 'Oh my go-"

"That was nothing." Carlo turned away to hide his smile.