Their daughter Kira was young, bright, clever, and quite confident. For someone who was thirteen, she seemed very witty. Her dazzling smile and dimples gave her a princess-like look. She acted so much like me when I was little, but reminded me so much of Lira. Their names sounded alike in a way and yet again, I had to deal with another episode of emotional outburst.
As the days rolled by, I adjusted and eventually curbed the emotional turmoil. We had stayed for about a week at the Philip’s and we were having a pretty swell time. What originally was meant to be a hideout turned out to be a vacation, one with lots of charming features. I didn’t want to leave anymore. I was enjoying myself so much that I temporarily forgot about home.
On one of the nights before we left the Philip’s residen
