Stealing my Baby’s Cold Billionaire Daddy
she said as she touched my heart.
I looked at her soft yet beautiful hands.
“You have a beautiful hand, mom,” I muttered softly.
I heard her soft chuckles.
“Promise me, Eve,”
“What, mommy?”
“Promise me that no matter what you dad do, you will love him, he is not perfect, but he is also a human,”
“I promise mommy!”
“Oh, Eve. I love you so much,”
“I love you more, mommy!”
Maybe… maybe it’s her words that always remind me to love my father despite my anger, it’s the promise that I gave to her. A promise that I cannot break because I promised that day, then day she isn’t breathing anymore.
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