Though she didn’t say much, I saw the wonder in her eyes when she saw her newly decorated room. I would have loved a hug, don’t get me wrong, but seeing that look was enough. I’m like a starving dog, hanging out under her table for the smallest scrap. It’s a little embarrassing, honestly. But I’m still down here, head on my paws, waiting with those same doleful eyes Apollo gives me when I've grilled a T-bone.
