lifted my bag higher on my shoulder. "If you don't want to go, you can stay here and rest. I'll just go back alone."

I didn't even want to look at him, just walked towards the door. "You can cook whatever you want, I won't object."

As I walked out, I heard him calling my name. "Wait, I'll go with you!"

I didn't stop, just walked out of the house and down the steps. I didn't know why I was so angry. Maybe it was because he always thought he was right and never listened to my opinion. Or maybe it was because he always tried to protect me, making me feel like I couldn't take care of myself.

I walked to the bus stop, sitting on a bench. The bus arrived, and I got on. I found a seat at the back and closed my eyes, trying to calm down my emotions.

When I got home, I found that my room had been redecorated. Everything was in the style I liked. I felt a sense of relief and also a sense of warmth. I sat on the sofa and looked at him. "Why did you decorate my room?"

He sat beside me and said, "I saw that you were unhappy, so I wanted to make you feel better."