It was supposed to be an ordinary morning in the family kitchen.
Little Noah sat on the floor with several pieces of bread scattered around him. Tears streamed down his face as he held one small piece in his hands.
Noah: “I didn't do anything wrong.”
His mother, Claire, stood near the kitchen counter, looking confused.
Claire: “Noah, why are you crying?”
Before Noah could answer, his father, Daniel, walked into the kitchen.
Daniel: “What happened here?”
Noah looked at his father and started crying even harder.
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