“Hello baby. How are you?” “I’m fine achi. We’re fine here. How about you? Mom is in the kitchen by the way. She’s cooking pasta. I’ll give the phone to her after she’s done. Is that okay?” “Of course, let’s talk first. What have you been up to?” “Just the usual achi. Piano lessons, painting and oh! I started attending taekwondo classes!” he excitedly exclaimed. “Really? Since when?” I was surprised to learn that my mother let Angelo do taekwondo. She’s very protective of us. “Just last week. I begged mom for it because I want to kick those people who hurt you,” he sounded so sad and angry at the same time that my heart sank. “Oh baby, you don’t have to do that. Achi will worry if you get hurt.” “But I don’t like it when people hurt you,” my cute little brother ins

