Chapter • 75

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱

"Daddy! Daddy! Do you think Asra will like these flowers?" Loren asked me for the thousandth time and all I could do was smile as he leaned on my shoulder and let the doctor put that gigantic needle in his little arm.

It should hurt.

It must have hurt a lot and in those moments I would give everything to be me in your place, but like all other things present in my life - I could not change it just by wanting.

"Yes, I think she will," I said while holding his pale little hand. He had three flowers there, a wild lily, a dandelion and a camellia.

Smile.

If he knew what those flowers meant, maybe he wouldn’t have picked them so perfectly.

"Should I get others? I think she’d like that little pink flower..." he said as his fingers moved almost nervously.

"Loren, she’s gonna love the ones you already picked, don’t you trust Daddy?"

He stared at me, his eyes fixed on mine.

"But... Dad said he wasn’t very good at picking gifts..." he said so sincerely that I