"So do you like it?"
"Yes, daddy! This pillow is so soft!"
"Hmm. It is good if you like that pillow."
"Do you want to hug it too, daddy?"
"It's alright. You can have it all by yourself."
"But I am sharing my chicken pillow with you."
"I know. You are obsessed with fried chicken after all."
"Oh. So do you want to touch it?"
"..."
Since his little daughter is too persistent, Ryzel decided to give in and do whatever she wants to happen right now. When Lulu puts on the chicken pillow that he bought for her on his lap, Ryzel gently puts his hand on top of it and feels its softness. It is the type of pillow where his daughter's head will be buried because the stuffing in it is too soft.
"It's really soft, daddy!" Lulu repeated with a smile. "You can hug it too."
"Hmm, I know. But you should hug it instead of me." Ryzel said with a smile.
"But why? You don't like my chicken pillow?"
