She shyly takes a bite of the bread. Her face seems to light up a little when she glances at me, a pretty little curve in the corner of her mouth. I keep watching her, trying to find a reason behind her movements. I wonder if she likes being with me or just the fact that she gets dinner every evening. 'Does she genuinely like sleeping in my arms or is she just pretending to like it?'

"Here, have some more." I offer, giving her a piece of my bread. "You're too skinny."