A small sweet interaction with Rayo may have changed some of his animosity towards me, but it has not softened him yet. What amazes me is the fact that I want him to soften towards me. I don't think I ever had this drive in me ever before, to have a young man like me in some way. I still have the warmth in my heart for Felix and Art, yet I want Rayo to look at me, see me.
The thoughts or fantasies about Rayo do not satisfy me alone. I realize this when I look at Alp at the breakfast table this morning. Sundays are very different at my place. Usually, my Sundays are the stories of loneliness. Even my cousins never tried to gel with me, and I never recognized the reason behind it.
When I wake up, the smell of freshly cooked toast and scrambled eggs make me walk towards the dining hall. Today, it's only Alp, wearing a clean white brown shirt and denim under his apron. He gives me a small smile of courtesy and says, "Breakfast is ready, Your Highness."
