Kage:
Many Years Ago:
"Could I have a donut?" I politely inquired as the little kid clutched two donuts, taking bites from both but instead of swallowing them, she spat them onto the ground.
The kid was probably a few months younger than me. Despite her antics, her mother's attention was drawn to my request as she pulled her cellphone away from her ear and glared at me.
"Hey you, come over here and help with our bags," she motioned to the guard from her house, who promptly obeyed her command while she leaned in closer to me.
"And who might you be?" she asked, her eyes scanning me with a visible disdain.
I could tell when someone was disgusted by me and my mother. And this lady, I regretted ever crossing the road for those donuts.
"I'm Kage, Cheryl's son," I said with a smile.
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