Chris' Point of View
When I went into the back room, I discovered that the bed's covers had been replaced. It was a pure black quilt cover yesterday, but now it has been transformed into a little flower and a fresh quilt cover.
"Can you tell me how you changed the style?"
"It's because of you." Kenneth tucked me in with a kind touch.
I learned that this is my favorite style, therefore he adjusted his style to fit my preference.
"Keep that expression off your face, or I will be unable to warrant what I will do. It's time to sleep, so rest well."
He kissed me on the cheek as if he were persuading a child to do something.
"Uncle..." I have no resistance to such gentle Kenneth.
"Hmm?"
"There's nothing, you just go to work." I won't tell him, as long as he does this to me, I have an im
