11. Did your mother cry a lot?
Juan Luis
“So, kids? What do you feel like eating? Pizza, hamburgers? Or would you rather go to a restaurant and order something else?” My kids haven’t said a single word to me since they got in the car.
I know that maybe I’m not their favorite person right now. I hope Amelia isn’t turning them against me.
We’re at a traffic light, and I turn around to see my children’s little faces. I missed them so much. I hope they’ll listen to me and understand my situation.
“Pizza is fine. Okay, Lily?” My baby girl nods.
I feel like they’ve grown even more in the days I haven’t seen them. They’re almost teenagers now.
“Perfect, then let’s go get pizza.”
They still don’t seem happy to see me. I can’t deny that my heart aches. I never expected that a moment like t
