Howl of Desperation

MIA’S POV

“No, he’s not! What Davon meant was freed of, ah, poverty? Yeah, that’s exactly it!” I reasoned, stuttering. “We should go to the table.”

“Wait, you said this is his first time to celebrate his birthday. We should take a picture!” Aunt Criselda took out his phone. Theo quickly offered his.

“That is beautiful! Send that to me,” Aunt Criselda requested. Theo wasn’t sure what to do and turned to me. I nodded, and he sent us all the pictures.

“Enough with the pictures. The food is getting warm,” Grandma urged. We followed her to the dining room and were amused seeing all the food. I didn’t know cornbread was his favorite next to meat.

“Did you make all these?” Davon was drooling with all the food.

“We did. It’s not much, but I hope you like it,” I said.

“Are you kidding me? This is perfect! Thank you so much, Mia!” Davon hugged us all. Aunt Criselda and Grandma were happy that Davon appreciated our effort and praised him for having such a good soul.

While eating, Theo gav