Stewart was raised impeccably. He always had the best quality clothes, the most excellent toys and teachers with the highest degree. Stewart had only the best that life had to offer.
His body had a set wake up time at 7:00am. On all days he slept perfectly still, the only indication that he was on the large extended bed was the outline of his small frame at the very center.
As his feet touched the floor of his master bedroom, his maids entered to have him bathe and dressed, and on all occasions he was dressed finely. With today being no exception, his freshly ironed Armani shirt laid stiffly on his cold skin. He is then escorted down the grandeur corridor, always listening quietly to the sound of their footsteps echoing on the tall ceiling.
At 7:30 Stewart is seated at the end of the long table in their luxurious dining room. His breakfast always consisting of approximately 40 grams of protein, 6 grams of fiber and 200 milligrams of calcium.
Elizabeth always told him
"A perfect child needs the perfect diet"
And he would habitually reply
"Yes Elizabeth"
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Roots
Short StoryA stunning exploration of the mind of the young and impressionable
