Patricia

I take a look at the castle, Ray, and I just built and smile. If fashion doesn't work out for me, I'm definitely going into architecture.

“It’s so beautiful.”

“Right? We did that, Ray, baby.” I say, giving her a high five.

“I wish Daddy had built this with us. He works all the time.” She says as she kicks one of the buckets we used in the building.

“Baby, he works very hard so you can live the good life.”

“Fine. He promised no rigorous work, but he’s been on the laptop since morning.”

“He’ll soon be done. He said he'd be available to join us to Beau Vallon in the afternoon, and it’s just 12.” I say, looking at the time.

“The weather is so cool. I really love it here. It’s such a special place.”

“Very true.” I nod in agreement.

“Although I’m not so keen on views like Dad, who can practically flip at the sight of a nice view, every time I wake up to the gorgeous view of the lush mountains, I can’t help but praise the artist who did that. Daddy says God created the universe. He’s so tale