"When I say, wait, you wait, okay?"
"Don’t eat. When I say eat, you eat. When I say wait, you wait."
Every time he waited, she would reward him with a warm caress. It was the first thing he learned from their language.
That’s why he waited.
He waited sixty years for the day that she would return to pat his head and tell him that he had done well and that he was good because he had waited.
In truth, it wasn’t the caress he wanted, but the affection in those hands.
He just wanted to be loved.