During a family barbecue, my sister’s son was served a beautiful, thick T-bone steak, while my son was given nothing but a burnt piece of fat. My mother giggled and said, “That’s more than enough for a kid like him.” My sister laughed and added, “Even a dog would eat better than that!” My son looked down at his plate and said quietly, “Mom, I’m happy with this meat.” An hour later, when I realized the truth behind those words, I began to tremble with terror.
