Chapter Twenty-Two
S H A Y "Ashley, you should really put something in that stomach of yours." I snickered as I watched my ten-year old daughter play with her cereals. "Am I really going to have a hole in my tummy if I don't?" She grumbled. "Yes, honey. You will. You'll be having an ulcer. It's a good thing it didn't get worse." I said. I sat beside her on the breakfast bar and sipped my coffee. "I wish I ate this before they left." She said. "Yeah well, you didn't so you won't be doing the grocery with them." I replied. She puffed her chubby cheeks. "I miss Aldric." She murmured. "I never got to see him. What did he look like Mom?" "Well, he was-uh- he was a little pink. He was tiny. I think he was about the length of my wrist to my elbow. Smaller even. He had a tiny patch of golden hair in his head.
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