–Damon–
It's depressing—truly depressing—not having my wife with me. I guess my son can enjoy his life without me. He was having so much fun with the little car Deanne gifted him. Spoiled rotten by the aunts and uncles. Even the grandparents.
The twins were his playmates. But then there's this certain princess, completely ignored by her other twin. She cried dramatically while walking toward me, dragging her Barbie doll by the hair.
"What's wrong, Princess?" I asked, reaching for a tissue to wipe her tears.
"Zay-zay." She pointed accusingly at Zayvier, who was now riding Sky's car like a stolen Ferrari, waving like a king.
"Let him." I patted the spot next to me, and she climbed up the sofa, snuggling into my side. I patted her black hair as she began brushing her doll's hair with that tiny brush.
If we also had a daughter… silver hair like hers, purple eyes like her mother… I would spoil her beyond repair.
