In the living room of my parents modest house, I’m sat on a love seat staring at my parents who sat opposite me, waiting for me to tell then what happened, that caused my early arrival.It was quiet, except for the ticking clock, the warm fire crackles, I sat curled on the edge, my coffee mug untouched, my fingers trembling slightly. “Sweetheart, talk whenever you’re ready, no rush, okay,” my mother spoke gently as if not to scare me, I stare into the fire beside me and after a long beat I exhaled, even before starting my eyes were already teary.“It started with two boys, two little boys, Vincent and Xavier, they were so full of life, mischievous, curious. I didn’t go looking for them, but they found me, and through them, I met their father” I paused, taking a deep breath “That was when everything changed,” My father shifted, brows furrowed “Changed how?” He asked, I looked up at them. “He wasn’t just a single father. He was charming, magnetic, the kind of man who walks into a roo
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