We went downstairs to get some pizza. I had two slices, but I ate them by myself this time. After we were done I put the dishes away for her and grabbed the dirty bottle that was in the sink and showed it to her. She went into the bottom cubbard again and grabbed another one, this time it was green with zoo animals on it. She put regular milk into it though.
“Can you heat it up?” I asked. “My daddy always used to give me a cup of warm milk before I went to bed, to help me sleep” I said, getting teary again.
She warmed it up and when it was done we went to the living room. Setting ourselves back on the recliner she fed me the warm milk, and boy, was it good. The bottle was done but she just sat there and rocked me. I could here the television going but it was some stupid CSI show that I hated. I felt my eye-lids get heavy and I started drifting off. I put my thumb in my mouth but Angela took it out and replaced it with something just as good to suck on. A soother.