I finished spooning soup into the third bowl and slid it carefully across the table to Gideon. The girls to his right and left were already happily slurping down the rich broth from their own bowls and looked up greedily as another bowl of their favorite soup slid by in front of them. But the boy seemed tired and was resting his head on the table and had apparently not even noticed that the food had been delivered to the table yet. I reached over and tapped the little man on the shoulder. “Gideon,” I said, “Your soup is here. You should eat some. It’s your favorite. Wonton Soup. It’s delicious and it’s good for you. It’s nice and warm.” I glanced at his sisters.…