Amelia
“I think I need to stay around here and help at the shop while Daddy recovers,” I tell Ezra.
He presses his lips together, “So, you want to stay here and help at the butcher shop while your father recovers?”
“Yes,” I nod.
“Okay,” He smiles.
“You aren’t mad?” I sigh.
“Why would I be mad? Your family is important to you. So, they are important to me. I’ll do anything I can to help,” Ezra states.
I lean over and rest my head on his shoulder, “Why are you so wonderful?”
He kisses the top of my head.
“Did you order pizza?” Mom walks into the living room looking exhausted.
“Yes,” Ezra responds. “Just a large supreme pizza.”
Mom sits on her chair by the couch, “That’s fine.” She sighs loudly. “What am I going to do?”
“I’m going to stay here and help you and at the shop,” I me
