LENA. “Wow, he sounds very strong,” I smirked, watching them hug the frame like it meant the whole world to them. Would they hold onto Alexander the same way though? I wondered. “You don't want to show me the picture?” I asked, smiling. “No… it is not that. Mommy may not like him. Mommy may send him away. And I want him to stay.” Isna whined. I chuckled, pulling her to me and Israel followed, still shielding the frame.“You really want him to be your daddy?” I asked, my heart sinking when she nodded. Was it out of desperation? I couldn't tell. I sighed, grabbing the frame from them this time. Who was this….?I froze immediately. My eyes went wide when I saw him. In the picture, he squatted, Israel and Isna sat on his lap and the principal held the golden trophy they had won. It was Alexander. It was their true father. I turned to mom but she had never seen Alexander, so she didn't know him. “I said it. Mommy doesn't like him. Mommy doesn't like him!” Isna cried, moving in
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