“Honey, isn't Camille here yet?” “Is she the one babysitting Edward later?” I asked my wife. “Yes, I spoke to her yesterday, and Roy agreed to let Camille look after Edward later, too.” We heard the doorbell ring. “That might be Camille, hon—check downstairs.” “Alright, hurry up; we might be late for the party,” I told my wife as I went downstairs to open the door.As soon as I opened it, I immediately smelled Camille’s perfume and saw that angelic smile of hers again. “Hello, Tito Ed,” she said, planting a kiss on my cheek. “Camille, I’m glad you’re here; come on in.” I closed the door, and she followed me into the living room. “Edward, Ate Camille is here; she’ll be looking after you for a while, okay?” I said to my son, who was playing his PS2 in the living room. “Hi Edward, what are you playing?” I heard Camille ask my son. “Spider-Man, Ate. Do you want to play?”I just watched the two of them playing the video game; Edward was overjoyed to have Ate Camille there. It’s heartwarmin
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