Tor POV
Kyra ~ age two
Toren ~ age seventeen
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She's slamming one of the kitchen cabinets open and closed while I'm trying to read a magazine. Babysitting on a Friday night isn't exactly my idea of fun, but Ash and Elarawanted to get away for a night to see a movie. So Uncle Tor said yes and stayed home. As usual.
Slam. Slam.
"Kyra," I warn. "You better stop slamming that door."
She looks over at me, giggles, and slams it again. Harder.
"I mean it, I'm gonna put you to bed early if you don't stop."
She looks at me, then the cabinet, then at me again.
Slam.
Pushing the chair back, I stand and she tries to toddle off, falls, and starts to cry. I kneel down and pick her up.
"Where does it hurt, Angel?" I ask, knowing she didn't get hurt.
She holds out her palm, sniffling.
"Her
