Her old friend

Alessandro’s POV

“And the prince and princess lived happily ever after. The end.” I uttered, flapping the story book close.

“That was a nice story, daddy,’’ Liam uttered, as they both clapped their hands in unison. “But I have a question.”

“What's that, sweetie?”

“Does it mean all frogs are secretly humans and one kiss from a pretty girl can transpond them and they will become like us?” He asked, to which I chuckled, as I shook my head in awe.

Trust Liam to always ask the funniest questions ever.

“No, honey. That's why it's called a fairytale because it really doesn't exist,” I explained. “It's based on the author's imagination. An author is a person who makes interesting books like the storybooks mummy and I read to you every night. Also, it's not transpond but transform.”

“Daddy, I want to be an author,” Leo declared. “I will make interestinger books than our story books.”

“More interesting, honey,” I corrected, ruffling his soft locks. “You're no longer interested in becoming a la