I picked up the puppy. “I can’t help it. It’s wearing our clothes.”
At a glance, Robert and the dog were wearing matching colors, so they did look somewhat similar.
"It’s my mother's bad humor."
Robert chuckled and then looked down, speaking softly with a hint of sadness, "I thought you were mad and didn't want to talk to me anymore."
My ears were always sharp, so I immediately caught that remark. My mouth jumped ahead of my brain, and I asked, "Why would I be angry?"
"...Because I stole your homework." Robert’s expression grew increasingly aggrieved, the 6-foot man towering over me like a big, sad puppy. “You said you never wanted to talk to me again.”
OMG. When five-year-old Robert said those words sweetly, it was charming, but hearing twenty-one-year-old Robert use the same tone was absolutely irresistible.
The stealing of my homework should have happened in junior high school. My family hadn't moved yet, and I had just graduated from primary school. My mother signed me up for a few tutoring classes after school, and I had loads of homework to do. Every weekend, I was either attending tutoring classes or trying to finish my homework.