The next morning. Harold sat at the dining table with his wife, Serena, and their son, Max.
The soft sunlight from the big window poured into the room, making the table shine. Then the smell of toasted bread and fried eggs filled the air.
Harold was quietly eating his breakfast. it was bread, eggs, and a glass of fresh orange juice, while Serena sat opposite between him. With Max on her other side, she was dressed neatly in a light blue gown.
Max, however, was barely paying attention to his food. He had his tablet in front of him, he was tapping the screen and smiling at the game he was playing. Half of his toast was untouched, and the eggs were getting cold.
Serena glanced at her son and shook her head with a gentle smile.
“Dear,” she said softly, “you need to eat fast so you won’t
