Maya Stuart
A few months later...
I look at my princesses room and feel my eyes fill with tears.
- Is perfect. - I say wiping some tears.
These months I am much more sensitive, crying over literally everything.
Basically I'm already eight months old, Lyan and Maycon during all this time, they still say they are not friends. I even pretend to believe it.
One day I caught them both sleeping on the couch hugging each other, they played video games and fell asleep right there.
Do you know what I did about it?
I took a picture of the two of them and the result was two men on top of me claiming that it was a montage, sinicos.
- Glad you liked it. - says Maycon stopping beside me putting his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.
Lyan hugs me from behind and smiles.
- I have somet
