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I find myself wondering why I put up with her. She never does her work and just ends up making more for me to do. She doesn't listen to me despite the fact I am the captain and she my subordinate. Perhaps it is because I am a child to her. I watch her from my desk, only to have her sneak away when she thinks I'm not paying any attention. So much for her respect for me.
I dip by brush into my ink pot and continue to work on the paper work.
Only to have the ink pot tip over upon hearing her voice. "Oh taicho!"
I look up in annoyance, only to smell something delicious causing my stomach to suddenly growl. A tray of food is placed on the desk, my stomach growling. "You haven't eaten all day again."
Hesitantly I reach out for the food, bringing it to sit in my lap. I don't look her in the eye, don't mutter a thank you either. She knows though how thankful I am though. I remember why I put up with her. For a child with no mother she is the closest thing I have to one.