Kyra POV
I put on one of my old Elvis CDs to listen to while I boil water for ravioli. It's one of the few things she'll eat now since she's going through a weird picky eating phase.
"When are Mommy and Daddy coming back home?"
She tugs on the leg of my jeans and stares up at me.
"Tomorrow."
She points to the stereo.
"Is this my Daddy singing?"
"No, Angel. It's Elvis. Do you like it?"
"Uh huh. Will you dance with me?"
I smile down at her. I did her pigtails lopsided again, but I think it adds to her cuteness.
"You wanna dance?"
She raises her arms up to me, and I take her hands in mine.
"Okay... step on," I tell her, and she puts her tiny feet on top of mine. We dance around the kitchen with her giggling wildly.
"We're dancin’!" she squeals.
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Kyra
Almost my entire famil
