Aiyana walked into her house and walked straight upstairs to her father’s room. Her parents shared the same house but not the same room. Aiyana remembered having a happy childhood. With her happy parents.
She did know when all of that had changed. When the two people who were so in love fell out of it. It started with the little things. It’s always the little things.
When dad played unchained melody, he did not instantly swoop mom in his embrace and swayed with her slowly to the music. Eventually Sunday tradition of playing unchained melody as they sat together in the living room stopped.
Mom did not look at him the same way. There was no longer a spark in her eyes when daddy held her in his arms. She no longer cooked his favorite meals every Saturday with her own hands as dad would ke
