“Tell me about when you met your Rob,” he says with an encouraging smile.
“What? Why?” I ask him, confused, but thankful for the distraction.
He smiles at me and reaches out his hand to me again. “Neither of you have ever told me about it. I’m curious.”
“He hated me,” I say with a small giggle. “I remember mom introducing us the first time, the morning after dad found me. She told him that I was going to stay with them for a bit. He told me he wouldn’t share his room or his toys.”
Seth laughs at this. “Really? That’s what he said?”
I nod and smile. “He wasn’t happy about it. Mom and Dad always made sure to get me one of whatever it was that he was playing with, so it wouldn’t seem like I was taking his stuff. We’d play together, but not very often. I thought he hated me.”
