louis and his mother seem happier, since he

left, and that made me

happy too. i'm happy when loulou is

happy. his small eyes glow

when he's happy, and his mouth shows

his teeth, which he had grown over the

years. he has nice teeth, white

and clean. it's probably because he brushes

them every morning and every evening because

his mother told him so. i like to watch

him when he brushes his

teeth. how he leans forward to look

at himself in the mirror, grimacing at it

to get a better view. the grimaces sometimes look

mean or angry, sometimes i think he's

mad at me.

but then i just laugh

because, well, my loulou could never be mad at me.

because he loves me.

he never said he loves me,

but i can see it in his eyes.

he loves me,

more than anything else in this world.