When the night fell, all of us gathered at the kitchen table for dinner. While I'm spooning mashed potatoes as a side dish for Greyson's plate, Garren suddenly spoke. "He doesn't like potatoes." I took back the spoonful of potatoes and apologized, "Sorry, sir. I didn't know." "You've been here for more than three months now. You should be familiar with all his likes and dislikes." He said that calmly, but I felt like he humiliated me with the tone of his voice. What's wrong with him?! "Dad, it's fine. I haven't told Cleo yet that I don't like potatoes. You don't have to be mean to her." I internally grinned. I'm glad that I have Greyson on my side. Garren laughed snidely. "I wasn't being mean. I was just reminding her." What a liar. After dinner, I accompanied Greyson to his room. While I'm heading downstairs after I tucked him to sleep, I come across Aunt Esther, who's carrying a cup of coffee. "Who's that for, Aunt?" I asked, though I already have an idea. "It's for Ga
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