His head looked heavy. With his right hand supporting the head on one side, Edrick was in deep thought… left hand holding the spoon, feeding himself supper, super slowly.
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Edrick: Mom… I’ve been thinking a lot.
Mommy: I can see that. What have you been thinking about Monch?
Edrick: I’ve been thinking… every time I have arguments with Kitreena, I think I have a feery.
Mommy: A fear, you mean?
Edrick: No, a feery.
Mommy: A fairy?
Edrick: No! A feeeeery.
Kitreena: A theory, Mom.
Mommy: Ohhh! A theory. Okay, you have a theory…
Edrick: My theory is, every time me and Kitreena have an argument, she would say something to make it sound like she is always better than me.
Kitreena: No! I never said that!
Edrick: Yeah, but you always want me to feel that way.
Kitreena: But I never said anything to make it look like I am better than you.
Mommy: Not everything is said in words, Kitreena. It’s in the body language. It’s in the attitude.
Kitreena: Yeah, but I didn’t mean what I said.
Mommy: So Kitreena, your lesson is… only say what you mean, and mean what you say. And you, Edrick… people can say anything. But don’t let it get to you. If you think you are good, you are good. You don’t even have to say it. Greatness speaks for itself. Anybody can be good. But not everybody can be kind. So be kind. End of story.
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We carried on with supper quietly, trying to clean up Bibik Sun’s uncrunchy kangkung tumis leftovers while I was busy trying to come up with a feery why my throat felt like it had been sliced by a ceramic knife.
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Questa è Enida 
I Love this…you are such a good Mom!
Thank you, Zed. Thank you. I was just trying to be the wisest and the kindest of us three. Hahaha.