Homeless Voice

The musician and his cousin. We took them and a friend out to a chicken dinner and when we got to the restaurant I was amazed at how much the five year old could do on his own. However, I was quickly brought back to reality when I watched him trying to cut his chicken. He was basically beating it with the handle end of a butter knife. My motherly instincts kicked in as I remembered how I always had my mom there to cut-up my food for me. So, I cut his chicken for him.