"Eat, eat, eat, that's all you know, go back to sleep."
Gamma Young cried, "I'm hungry, I can't sleep..."
"Even if you can't sleep, you have to sleep. If you keep making noise, tomorrow morning's eggs are gone too."
Gamma Young cried even more heartbreakingly, "Boohoo... I want to find Grandmother, I want to tell Grandmother you're mistreating me."
"Shut up, go back."
Fristy Davis is frustrated and doesn't care whether her Son is hungry.
She blames everyone, blames her Son for being too fat, blames her in-laws for raising him too fat. If only her Son were a bit slimmer, a bit cuter, maybe Anthony Davis would like him more, and the second son of the Davis Family would like him too.
Chubby kids are cute when they're very young, but he's eight years old already, if he gets any fatter, he'll only end up ugly.
Gamma Young felt extremely wronged, gritting his Teeth, "I'm going to find Grandmother, you don't love me at all, you're not my mother..."
