It's been a month and Andrew is now fully healed so he doesn't have any reason to live with us anymore.
"Daddy, can't you stay here with us?" Elisha begs while pouting her lips. Andrew bent down and held Elisha's cheeks.
"Don't worry Daddy will visit you every day," he promised with a genuine smile plastered on his face but that didn't wipe out the sadness in Elisha's eyes.
"But I want you to stay here," and that is where I butted in.
"Elisha," I called my daughter's name softly which made her look at me.
"Daddy can't live with us anymore because he has worked and he has his own home," I explained but she wasn't convinced.
"This can be Daddy's home too right Grandpa?" she looks at my father trying to find a companion. My father stared at her for a second then smiled.
"Elisha you
