I know my condition was bizarre and basic, but that's all survival in love means. I mean, if they can't accept the basic facts and do the bare minimum, then how can I expect them to bear the complications that come with unfated love?
I'm a father, not a mother. A mother could cry her heart out, but as a father, I need to be strong because the heart can be sensitive, but the mind isn't allowed to. That's what mothers and fathers are for their children. One is heart, and the other is mind. I can't just say "Aww" or "Eww" and pass judgment like the people in society; I need to do more than that. I need to be sensible and try everything in my power to make sure my children won't be suffering from any kind of misery. I need to be practical.
"Thank you, Uncle Alfred," Ava's face burst into a r
