“Tell me how your day went today. You should tell Mommy about your day every day,” Izabelle demanded. This was somewhat like a ritual for them. Always talking about their day. Little Rosie would tell her Mommy about her day and in return, her Mommy would tell her about her day too. The new little girl would listen even though most of the time she doesn't understand what her mother was saying. She just simply listened and tried to understand. Perhaps this was because they were each other’s best friend and weren't used to telling others about their day and so they confided in each other. The past years all alone together made them learn to rely on each other. Izabelle could talk to Rosie as if she was talking to a grown-up. Surely, they were each other’s best friends. Moreover, Rosie was bad at making friends. Maybe she was shy and not confident but she finds it hard to have someone she calls her friend. She was scared that they would all leave when they find out about her disease. Th
“He will? You two aren't going to meet again. Tell me how you'll get him to take you to the cinema, hmm?” With one eye on the road and the other on her daughter, she asked. “Who says I'm not going to see him again? Aunt Ruby promised to do me a favor when we meet again. She's going to take me to Daddy if I ask her. Mommy is not the only one who knows how to get to Daddy.”“Oh really? Now you're going to use Ruby to get what you want? I'm going to forbid her from seeing you.”Rosie gasped at the realization that she had told her mother about the plan she had in her mind. Ahh… How could she let it slip that way? She had decided to keep it from her mother. Sigh… Now she knows about her plan. She pouted and grumbled.“Mommy is now mean.” “I've always been mean. No Barbie for you,” Izabelle said, hiding the slight smile that threatened to slip from her lips. She knows that she has won in this conversation. She brought out her tongue to her daughter in a teasing manner causing Rosie’s ha
“Stand up, Marcel.”“You’re sooo beautiful,” he remained smiling at her. What the hell is wrong with him? Izabelle thought. What makes him think that he could show up at her house in the middle of the night and tell her that she was beautiful? Not trying to be boastful but she doesn’t need anyone to tell her that she was beautiful. He should perhaps go to hell with his sweet words because she wasn’t going to fall for it. Maybe this was what he told all the females he meets. And that girl Selene. He must have also told her these words right? “What are you doing here? You even drank.”“I wahtnd to shh huu,” she could hardly understand a word from all he said. He was speaking gibberish and all she could do was stare at him and cringe badly. This man. This sure doesn’t look good on him. She was considering throwing him outside her house and letting him stay there but she wasn’t that heartless was she? This is really an unnecessary stress. “Fine, stand up from the floor, Marcel. It’s c
Itch!There was a strange sensation on Marcel’s face. He frowned his face in his dream as he felt something on his face. Something itchy and uncomfortable. He moved his face sideways in his dream, yet the itchy feeling and something moving on his face continued.When the movement continued, he sat up on the bed immediately and stared around, his eyes aching a little due to the harsh morning sunlight that peeked through the window. He rubbed his eyes and yawned for a while before turning his head to the side in confusion and staring at the little bundle on the bed. At first glance, he was confused as to who the little child beside him was but as he looked at her more, he finally registered and his eyes widened. Marcel was stunned. “Hehe,” the little child giggled as she sat up on the bed facing her father. In her hand was a watercolor and she was showing her teeth as she smiled at him. “You're up, Daddy.”Marcel was stunned. Even more than stunned. His eyes scanned the face of the ch
She was wearing a small blue shirt and a joggers pants with a towel around her neck. She was sweaty and looking all exhausted like someone who couldn’t wait to slump on her bed. Her long hair was tied in a tight ponytail and she was still without makeup as it was morning and her pouch, white and natural skin glowed through the window in the morning. Marcel glanced at her and saw how she dressed. It was like the Izabelle who just entered the room then was the Izabelle from years back when she was still seventeen. It was like being transported back to the past and she was just coming in after a rough morning jug. It was like time didn't change her at all and she was still the same person from years back. Carefree and naive. He was stunned for a moment but said nothing. Just as he took a step to move to the bathroom, the little child pulled at his hands and climbed off the bed to wrap herself around him tightly and begged. “Daddy don't go.”Marcel staring at the child’s face didn't kn
The child jumped in happiness at her father’s words. She felt happy that her father did not clean up the makeup she did for him. She prayed that her daddy stays and never leave so that she would be able to paint him every morning before he woke up. He would like that, right? Marcel lowered his head and stared at Rosie who was sitting on the bed. The corner of his lips curved as he rubbed her head.Marcel admits that children were indeed the most melting thing in the world as this child just managed to melt his cold heart since the day he met her. Little Rosie smiled and held the hands of her father, dragging him to sit back on the bed. She moved and hugged him before continuing to draw the back of his hands with her watercolor and he let her do so.It seems to be her new favorite thing. To draw on her new Daddy’s body. Marcel could see that the child had a soft spot for drawing and when he looked at what she was drawing, he noticed that she was drawing randomly and writing a few alp
“Mommy, what if Daddy comes back and doesn't find us? What is he going to do then? Daddy might cry,” Rosie complained, pouting at her mother who was driving their car. If she was given a chance, she would ask her mother to stop and run back home as she was worried that her father might return. “He would leave and come back some other time, hmm? Daddy is not running away.”“But he might cry. I used to cry whenever Mommy was not around.”“Daddy is not a baby like Sie Sie. Daddy is strong and won't cry even if he doesn't see Mommy or Sie Sie.”The child didn't sound convinced by her mother’s words. It was evening already and there was an event going on in the Rossador’s mansion. It was the grandfather's eighty-fifth birthday and he had requested that both mother and child attend his birthday party that would be held in the Rossador mansion. It was a small party for family members only. Well, she had forgotten to tell Marcel that they had plans for the day and wouldn't be around if he co
“Great papa,” little Rosie called as soon as the grandfather came into sight. She released her hand from her mother’s hold and ran to the Grandfather of the Rossador’s family who was standing with some group of people in the high mansion hall. His hands immediately stretched out as he bent a little to carry the little bundle of joy in his old arms. Although he was old, he could still raise the girl without difficulty. His old arms wrapped around the girl as he showered her with kisses on her face causing her to giggle. From the look of things, it seems that the two of them have become close just a few while since they moved back to the city. The guest smiled at the old man’s interaction with his great-granddaughter and some of them even took cute pictures of them. Izabelle walked to her grandfather’s side and greeted him. “Happy birthday, grandfather.”“Elle. It's good to see that you honored my invitation. Thank you for bringing little Sie Sie with you.”She only nodded and looke