After I’d confirmed that Anaya was my daughter, I yearned to see her, maybe I needed a start, she needed to know me as her father, at least as a friend .
I walked to Mouse, and suggested that they drove me to her school.
Soon, we arrived at her school, she sat at the front of the gate while waiting for her parents, other kids were being picked up, yet she sat on the bench looking at all the cars pick her fellow children and drive away.
I looked at my watch, for all I knew, it won’t be an you and a half until they pick her up.
She sat there quietly and lost in her mind.
She looked quite sad, i couldn’t help but go over.
“Mouse, I think that I am going over… to talk to her,” I muttered.
Mouse looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he
