ELEIA'S POV
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"Arlen, stop that!" Cleo grits out as Arlen keeps elbowing her while teasing her about her messy hair. "Arlen." I clear my throat as we all sit around the table, Arlen is fourteen this year, Cleo is seventeen and Felix is turning eighteen. "Oh come on mom, I'm just playing. Look at her hair, it's like she wrestled a bear or something." Arlen snorts as he combs his fingers through his pitch black hair.
He has Aiden's soft hair with his raven color, but at least he has my green eyes. They were lighter, more blue when he was younger, but since he got older, it turned green and they say that the eyes are the window to the soul.
I want my children to love like I do, I want them to be strong and they are. Arlen is playing boys hockey this year because he said he wanted to try
