"I don't want it. I want to stay with Uncle Duncan."

Sonny shook his head firmly, stepping away from his grandmother's outstretched arms.

Turning to her, he said in his small, earnest voice, "Aunt Lilian took care of me when I was sick. She said my throat was inflamed because I ate fried chicken, and that's why I got a fever. She told me not to eat fried chicken anymore. But she also promised that once I feel better, she'll fry some for me at home. She said homemade is safer than buying it outside, but I can only have a little bit."

The boy's tone became even more serious. "Grandma, I don't want to eat fried chicken from outside anymore. And you and Grandpa better not blame Uncle Duncan. He's really good to me. If you scold him, I won't like you anymore." Sonny's words were cutting. The bond between him and his grandparents was fragile, at best.

For as long as he could remember, his grandparents had favored his cousin, Lucas. They would take away his toys and snacks, giving them to Lucas instead. That favoritism had left a lasting impression on Sonny.

Now that Sonny was older and attending kindergarten, he understood more about the people around him. He knew who genuinely cared for him and who didn't. His grandmother, in

can you talk to your grandmother like that?" Mrs. Brown said, her voice trembling with sadness. "Grandma cares about you. Whatever you

quickly turned to anger as she lashed out at Duncan. "It's you! You've been poisoning my grandson's mind! Mr. Lewis, no matter what you say or do, Sonny is

this old

dare!" Mrs. Brown spat, her

on us, all we have to do is

They stood down,

began to smirk triumphantly, Duncan's voice cut through the room like a blade. "I won't touch you. But do

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