VIOLET
The children wouldn't stop talking about Stewart even when he was gone. They kept praising him and saying the things they loved about him. For a moment, I was invisible to the children, especially Nyla. She was fond of him.
"Will he come again, Nathan?" Nyla asked her brother as she packed the dolls that they had scattered on the floor while playing with Stewart.
"Of course, Nyla. He promised to come again. Right, Mummy?" Nathan mumbled, jerking me out of my thoughts. I nodded my head.
"Yes, Nathan. Nyla, your Superman will be here another day. He had to leave because there's something important he needs to do at work," I explained to them even though it wasn't important. I hoped it would be enough to stop Nyla from singing Stewart's name in my ears.
I was tired of hearing her speak highly of him. Or... I was just jealous that my children had forgotten me for a moment just because of a man they had known a few months ago.
Thankfully, it was the weekend. I wouldn't have
