The Favorite's Game
In my past life, I had meant every word.
Samuel was the most pitiful child in the Ziegler family. He used to say no one loved him. So, I gave him everything.
I didn't like to see him frown. If he frowned at a garnish on a dish, that ingredient never appeared on our table again.
I loved his smile, and I loved the rare sweetness in him when he acted spoiled. So, when he said he wanted to see snow in June, I made it happen. I took him to the top of Mount Arda, and we watched artificial snow fall through the night.