Facing the past in the present

The hall of an extravagant restaurant was quite packed on this particular night as five years old Liam sat obediently at table seven with his mother seated by his side.

“Mom, are we not going to order? I am hungry.” Liam pitifully mumbled with his hand pressed tightly against his stomach.

“Stop being ungrateful. You ate instant noodles this morning.” Lina said while trying to not lose her patient in such a fancy place.

“Yeah. But that was this morning. It's now dark, and I haven't eaten anything since then.”

“Stop being a brat or else you can forget about eating for two days.”

Liam’s tiny hands held tightly onto his stomach everytime it grumbled because he was afraid that his mother would hear it and