"What do you want right now?"
I remember asking Shiloh that when we were in the backyard, lying on the bench, just finishing our afternoon snack and reading the book I had bought for him.
Shiloh loves to read, he reads any book that I buy him and bring home. He loves the mystery genre the most, no matter how thick the book is he will finish it in a matter of days. Afterward, he will wait patiently for me to bring a new book.
He never asks for anything, He just often asks Ave what he eats. He likes food more than things. I love every time he eats with gusto, his favorite food. Or even food that he has never eaten completely.
Despite his noble and elite position, there are many foods that he has never tried.
I stroked his long ash-gray hair, the scent of the shampoo he was using was now the same as mine. The same smell of soap and shampoo and even detergent. We were like newlyweds.
