"Jax?" I scoffed. "What are you saying?"
"What? All of you've been looking so glum and Nora's been crying all day like I'm gonna die, it's a wish before I die. Jax is cool, the little boy is too." She shrugged.
"Ava, you're too young to go on a date with a boy. You're just 5." Dad reminded her of that valid fact.
"I'll be 6 soon." She shrugged.
"Still changes nothing. You're not going on a date with a boy." He asserted.
"But…" she trailed off, making a puppy face as her lips quivered. I didn't know how she did that but tears I could tell were fake started forming in her eyes. "What if—" she sniffled, "wh—what if I… I die today or tomorrow, I'll never go on a date." She sniffled again, a tear dropped from her eye but she quickly wiped it away with her knuckles before it rolled dow
