I watch my daughter throw herself at Jayden, she had been a wreck. It has reminded me when she was a child, curled up on my knee sobbing. She use to do it often when her farther wasn't around. Sitting on my bed I'm transported back to a time when she was seven.
" Mommy why am I not like normal kids, why can't I go to school and have friends?". My heart had broken as she'd looked up at me with tears streaming down her face. Even at such a young age ,she had know to keep any sort of weakness away from her father. The image distorts to earlier an older Jessica in the same position, this time she wasn't scared to be weak. She had woke up groggy her head on my lap. Leisha had gone to eat check on Ciara and sleep saying she would be back later. I'd offered her comfort , but she looked sca
