Atarah Klyte
"Grandma, don't Daddy and Mommy love me?"
Grandma stopped reading her magazine and looked at me.
"Would they treat you like they do if they didn't love you, dear? Don't think anything of it, dear. They love you very much," she sweetly replied to me.
"But what about Grandpa?" I asked, lowering my head, and feeling Grandma stand up and approach me.
She held my chin to lift my gaze towards her. "Your grandpa loves you very, very much. We both love you dearly," she softly said while gently stroking my cheek.
"They love me but Ate is their favorite..." I said bitterly to her.
"No, That's not true, dear. Don't think that," she guided me to sit on our couch and stroked my hair.
"All their attention is always on Ate. When Ate is sick, Daddy and Mommy themselves take care of h
