“Alana! Alana get down here this instant!”
The thumping of heavy footsteps made me aware of where she was. I sighed as the sound of the running footsteps grew closer.
“Yes, mother?” Alana questioned with a doe-eyed look on her face.
I tried to keep myself from fawning over my precious child. She had surely grown into her own person these last few years. Alana was finally 10 years old, she was definitely her father’s child. She was a beauty on the outside but acted like a beast. She had definitely inherited her father’s temper. To be honest all three of our kids had inherited his temper and maybe some of mine.
Alana strolled into the office with a smirk on her face. She plopped down on one of the chairs in front of me with great confidence. That Brat!
“Did you put a lizard in your
