10 years later
“Delilah!!! I want it!” I heard my 9-year-old son, Calian, yelling at his sister. The two of them are always bumping heads. They are just so damn alike that their personalities rub against each other in friction. They are both stubborn and strong-headed. They are both very opinionated and outspoken. They were the best of friends as kids, but with Delilah being sixteen and becoming a young woman, she didn’t have time for her little brother anymore.
“Stop fighting.” I heard Jacin telling them. I relaxed back in my rocking chair. Our two-year-old daughter Avyanna is sleeping peacefully on my chest. Her soft chubby little cheeks are red with a few drops of sweat forming on her nose. I wiped it away before stroking her dark hair out of her tiny face. I felt so at peace at this
