Malcolm
Today is my twenty-second birthday. It is also my siblings' birthday and what would have been my father’s birthday. I wish he were here. I am only in my second year as King and feel I am not living up to his legacy.
I stand in front of the mirror, fixing my tie. My two-year twins are running all over the room while Sofia is getting ready in the closet. We are going down to greet our guests before starting the party.
All of my siblings and their pups are gathered for the party. Nick and his wife Calliope arrived yesterday with two more pups making that six altogether for them. One more daughter named Fiona and a little boy named Cody.
I watch as my son runs by with a water pistol. “Damon,” I call to him. “Don’t get too wet.”
“Pow,” He points the gun at me and squirts me.
“Dan
