Alpha Wyatt
Dad asks from the door.
“Yes, just finished the last few touches,” grandma smiles.
“Sirena said it’s time, let’s head on to the garden and start,” dad looks to me, struck by his little girl.
“Remi Esmeray Dawson, my gorgeous daughter, you will do great things in your life, I always knew you were going to be special,” My dad wiped a hand down his face to stop before he cried in front of everyone.
“Is Wyatt down there already?” I asked dad.