Diana's POV:
"So you didn't ask dad to come, did you?" Michael asked as I fixed his barret.
I was unable to meet my son's eyes and lie straight to his eyes. "I'm here now," I said, fighting back my tears.
"You're not dad." Emily said, walking over to Michael's side. "I don't mean it the wrong way, but..."
I understand what she means, and it pains my heart that a child has to ever feel that way
"Emily, ten more minutes to show time," a teacher popped her head in, glancing at me for a moment then turning back to Emily.
"Yes miss, I'll be with you shortly." Emily replied with a curt nod.
"It's fine," I said.
I rose to my feet, staring at my children with pride on my face. Michael looked so prim in his black suspenders, coffee brown shirt and red barret, a paintbrush stuck behind hi
