Harry pouted, with puffing cheeks on his small, delicate face.
"What exactly happened? Why didn't you explain to your teacher?" Evelyn lifted him up and placed him on her lap, staring intently at his refined little face.
Mother and child faced each other, and she could clearly see the concerns hidden in Harry's deep black eyes.
After a long silence, Harry lowered his little head and hesitantly spoke.
"William saw your picture in the newspaper, and he poked your face with the chopsticks. I got mad, so I grabbed his chopsticks. It was William that came to hit me first, and accidentally fell and hit the table, knocking over all the rice," Harry said, raising his head and hugging Evelyn's neck, nestling in her embrace. "Evelyn, I don't want them to scold you."
"Why didn't you tell the teacher? When I asked you at kindergarten earlier, why didn't you say anything?" Evelyn's heart ached as she held him tightly in her arms.
