PeterMay

By PeterMay

Hungry Boy

During our last Chinese meal before heading home, I felt a movement between my legs under the table and looked down to see this little face gazing up at me, hopeful of a mouthful of aromatic crispy duck. He doesn’t beg, just breaks your heart. Of course, he got the last of the duck from my plate.

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