Seated at the dinner table across from her mum and dad, five-year-old Delphinia frowned at her plate. The fork in her hand poked repeatedly at her meat, picking at it but not putting any in her mouth. Hearing her dad clear his throat, her eyes grew wide and her gaze wandered upward.

"It's just chicken, Delphinia.." Konstantina said, what once was a smile turning into a frown as well - with concern, though. "Is there something wrong with it?"

A splash of color flooded the little girl's cheeks, and she shook her head quickly. "Can I just have salad, Mummy?