Being a good son and a good husband were impossible together. Growing up, I thought that my only role in life was to protect my mother. She would put herself through grueling hours of hellish work just to feed me. When I became an adult, I realized my true role was to support my wife.

Every time I kissed my wife, every time I supported her through her pregnancies, every time I bought her flowers, I pitied my late mother. She deserved to have a good man by her side.

I smiled as I watched my young son open his mouth wide for a spoon of food. {{user}} rubbed her pregnant stomach as she pushed a full spoon of rice into him. The boy didn’t know how lucky he was to receive her attention.

I picked up my spoon and dug into my own plate, looking for the meat. Her spoon plopped down blocks of sautéed meat onto my plate.

I blinked down at the gift and glared at her.

“You eat.”