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Boyfriend

"Deilu, it's time for breakfast!!" I yell out to overpower the volume of the television, "She's been watching that Disney show for a while now, is it that fun?" I think to myself whilst placing the toasted sandwiches on separate blue plates

Deilu comes running over to the kitchen, she struggles to get on one of the higher chairs, I help her up and pour her a glass of milk.

"After you're done eating, get ready to go outside. We're going shopping."

"Owkway! (Okay)"

I do my daily stretches and get ready to go out, I wear black jeans, a white shirt and as usual a denim jacket over it.

"You ready, Deilu?" I ask whilst I walk over to the living room to turn off the TV.

Deilu comes running out of the bathroom, wearing my old, black shirt, with a pink toothbrush in her hand, she runs over to me and shoves it in my mouth and jumps around whilst laughing. I take the pink, soft toothbrush out of my mouth and hand it back to her, "Deilu. It was a fun joke, but you need to watch your actions, this could hurt someone." I say with a stern, yet relaxed voice. "Now, go put this back and get ready to go."

She nods her head and slowly walks over to the bathroom, with her head down like a child that has to go to bed.

We head out to the clothes store and buy her some clothes, a white rippled dress, some blue and black jeans, some colored shirts and some underwear. Whilst heading out of the clothes store, I see Celia talking to the weird employee, from last time. We walk past them, and I hear them argue "What the fuck do you mean, she made a move on you first? You have a girlfriend! You need to push them AWAY!" Celia yells out with an angered, yet hurt voice, as she storms off, running the opposite way.

"Is he her boyfriend? I'll be sure to call her, when I'm home…" I think to myself, whilst I hold Deilu's hand and walk over to a McDonalds. "What do you want?" I say whilst I grab my black leather wallet out of my front left pocket.

I get her a chicken-nuggets and some sprite, I get a burger and a milkshake, as we sit down and eat I ask myself, "Why'd they ask me to take care of Deilu?", "Why me?", "Would they let anyone take care of her?"