57 Me - Part【4】

It is his responsibility to stroll around and aid the little ones with their craft. He also needs to pass from the crate what the pups ask him like crayons or paint.

Awan halts in his tracks spinning around to me as he frowns with uncertainty inspecting back into the box. "What is it?" I ask as he reads the movements of my fingers.

He plucks out a small brown journal from within its bounds showing it to me whilst my orbs broaden as I gaze at it. I had forgotten all about that book, it had fallen out yesterday night from the top of Phobos's cupboard when I had mopped his chamber floors but I had no time to look into its contents so I thrust it into the box hoping to be able to read it later.