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"Are you looking for something?" I ask him when he runs through the stuff I brought back from the store but doesn't help me put them in the fridge or the pantry.

He shakes his head but I can see the disappointment on his face. Heh, he must be looking for a treat.

Because every time I go out for supplies I'd always buy him something. This time around I'm going to make him tell me something first before handing him his treat. I get a feeling he's hiding something from me.

And I very well know about what. I just want to force it out of him, making him admit it.

"We're having salmon tonight," I announce as I wiggle the packaging before putting it into the fridge.

"Okay…”

He's like a little boy who is sulking for not getting what he wants. But he tries not to show it, solemnly dragging his feet to the hallway, back to his room.

After I put everything out, ensure the washer, dryer and dishwasher are in the state that he requested, yes I've taken the liberty to listen to his requests e