Breathed hondo.
“I send you money every month,” I said slowly. A lot of money. Mom is here to take care of you. There is food in the house. So why are you eating this?
Hue pursed his lips.
For a few seconds he said nothing.
Then, finally, a tear fell.
“Because…” his voice was barely audible. because that’s what they let me eat.
I felt the world stop.
“What…?”
Hue closed his eyes.
“Your mother says that after childbirth a woman should not eat too much. He says that if I eat good things, my milk will become “too strong” for the baby.
My mind went blank.
“So… she keeps the good food,” Hue continued in a trembling voice. He says it’s for you, because you work hard. And for her… because it is greater.
My throat closed.
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