Dear Omega,
The weather that morning is great.
I looked for you and saw you in the living room cleaning every corner of it. Even if I told you plenty of times that you don't have to do that, I know that no one can stop you from doing those things. So instead of opening up the issue with the chores again, I greeted you and gave you bunch of flower that I ordered from a well-known flower shop. However, the poor thing flew into the air and fell directly into the trash bin.
I smacked my face feeling disappointed to myself.
Maybe you don't like flowers.
The future Alpha
