Hola esta es mi historia "El glotón"

—You're going to eat that piece of bread alone, you're not going to finish my cranberry sauce.
—But mom, this bread alone has no flavor.
—You are a glutton, that's why you're so fat son, you must control that mouth.
This is how the conversation went on during dinner. The mother had prepared some sausages and bought some bread at the market. Oshey his son devoured everything that was served at the table: the sausages, the French fries, the bread, the sauces. The mother hoped that one day her son would stop hurting himself. But no matter how accurate the arguments were, Oshey seemed to have a deft answer to everything. It was very funny to watch him chew in ecstasy and as he licked the tips of his fingers, but his mother did not find it funny.
—Do not you think there was enough food for tonight? —asked the mother, watching him take another plate full of bread and sausages.
—I think there's still room for a snack —Oshey answered, stuffing whole bread into his mouth. His mother looked horrified—. Come on mom, this is like "a grain that does not fill a sack, but it helps."