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When the women leave, I take my children inside, editing some pictures I took with Caela on my lap, scrolling to the ones Gianna took of me and the children, I add some filters. I knew I should delete some as they were about fifty pictures altogether but they were just so cute, even the blurry ones as Caela refused to stay still long enough for capture.

“See yourself baby” Taking her hand, I use it to point at the screen. Laughing when she leans forward to lick the screen. Angelo however seems to be frowning in most of the pictures, only smiling in the one I’m carrying him and Caela in one arm each and another where I’m kissing his cheeks.

Blinking back some tears, I put them in a folder. Selecting a few to forward to Mama and Eva, as well as Father. I unblocked father when the children were born, a gesture in good fate as he was unable to come see them, I sent him photos instead, and after having found his contact among a long list of blocked contacts on my phone, I was a bit surprise