The Favorite…Well!

Let’s address the obvious.

Yes, I was the favorite.

Ria and Aaryan liked to joke about it. They would tease you, roll their eyes, laugh about how I followed you everywhere. But the truth? Everyone knew.

I chose you first.

I stuck to you differently. I watched you more closely. I knew your routines, your moods, your soft spots. I loved everyone — but you were mine.

You were the one I checked on. The one I waited for. The one I barked for the loudest. The one I trusted with everything. And you loved me back without hesitation. I could feel it in the way you said my name.
In the way you worried. In the way you laughed at my nonsense even when you were tired.

Being your favorite wasn’t about attention. It was about connection.

And we both knew it.