Daisy Ginger watched as her figure slowly melted into the gray rain, like a vague mist, silent and with no sense of presence.
Pitiful, yet hateful.
Daisy walked over and closed the door, turning her head to see Erin Ginger sitting on the sofa, staring at her.
"Mommy, where's Daddy?"
"He's been busy these days," Daisy walked over to explain, reaching out to rub his short hair, "Mommy will be home with Erin, don't worry."
Erin was very well-behaved. Hearing this, he nodded, cuddled up to her, and quieted down again.
*
Edward Stephens had been busy for a whole week before he finally had time to come back and check on Daisy and Erin.
He had lost a lot of weight and complained to Daisy upon his return.
"I feel like a poor working stiff who can only come home to catch a glimpse of his wife and daughter."
Daisy instructed the kitchen to quickly prepare food and was amused by his description.
Still able to joke, it seemed he wasn't as miserable as she imagined.
