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" Viola." His spoke in such a low tone as he just continued to gawk at her as if he was trying to figure out if she was indeed real.

" Daddy?"

She sounded so doubtful as she goggled at Alex in front of her, presumably trying to figure out if it was the verity or not. I watched as she gripped her doll tightly in her hand before she slipped her hand out of the woman's hand and stepped near to Alex. With her free hand she wiped down some of his gashes.

" We are only allowed to cry formerly a day, if you cry now you can not cry again. It's the rules."

What the fuck? I go it was that rude woman who made that rule.

Alex jounced his before he cleared his throat and took her hand in his.

" How would you like to come home with me?" Now that he would spoken further than just her name, she sounded surprised by his prominent American accentuation which stood out among our Italian bones .

" With my family?" She glanced over at us as she said that word and for the first time that day my eyes filled