"I am Tiffany," I said, holding my hand back.
He looked at me with curiosity, "Where is my dad?" he asked.
"He traveled, Larry. I am in charge of this house for now, till your dad comes back," I said, grinning. Larry passed me, heading towards his room. He climbed the stairs with difficulty; I strode to him and carried him to his room.
"You shouldn't have carried me; I have walked down the stairs without anyone's help," he blurted out.
I smiled at his cuteness. I helped him change his clothes and took him out to eat. We all ate in silence. Amila brought up a topic to liven the mood. I asked Larry if he enjoyed the meal. He smiled, not replying to me. I guess he is a shy kid; it seemed it would take a long time for him to accept me.
"Thank you for the meal," he bowed his head with courtesy and headed towards his room. Larry told me I shouldn't carry him to his room.
He struggled with the stairs, so I assisted him. Amila headed to her room; I was the only one left in the living room, in this quiet mansion. I got bored; my former jobs had swallowed all my time. I wondered how Mr. Larry coped in this whole mansion.
I went to little Larry's room to check how he was doing. I knocked on his door, no response. I opened the door slightly and peeked in. I couldn't find Larry inside his room.