It had kept his children alive.
One of the boys pushed his plate toward him.
“Do you want some?” he asked. “It’s good.”
Alejandro took the spoon with shaking hands and ate.
That was when the sound of heels echoed through the hallway.
A sharp voice followed.
“Alejandro!”
His mother stepped into the room, dressed impeccably as always. She stopped short when she saw the scene.
Her face didn’t show surprise.
