Jasmine Yale stood up and took the white porridge from Zaiden Santos' hand.
The porridge was steaming hot and smelled delicious.
"Ann, have something to eat, you must be hungry." Jasmine coaxed her.
She was becoming quite adept at caring for others, a skill honed through life with Sylvan Cheney.
Whenever Sylvan wanted supper at night, she would cook.
When Sylvan needed to change clothes, she would help.
Occasionally, she also had to play with Little Chale and send him to school.
In short, it was as if she had somehow incurred a debt towards the Cheney father and son.
"I'll do it." Zaiden Santos sat down on the bedside, taking the bowl of porridge from Jasmine.
The imprint of a slap had faded from his face, though it was still slightly swollen.
Ann Nolan had hit him quite hard.
"I'm not eating." Ann turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
Standing aside, Jasmine suddenly felt like she understood the situation.
They...had had a fight.
