Domenico Bernardini
35 years old…
“Daddy.” A young girl whispered. She softly poked me in my chest repeatedly. I opened my eyes and saw my 4 year old daughter, Isabel, asking me with her doe-eyed eyes “Can I sleep here Daddy?”
Nakaramdam ako ng dahan-dahan na sumisiksik na katawan sa gitna naming ni Cassandra. When the figure emerged, it was my 3 year old son Magnus. He was grinning cheekily. “I gowt here fwist.”
I chuckled at the cheekiness of my son. He may look like me but he has his devilishness from his mom.
Isabel impatiently tapped her foot on the floor. I opened my arms to her and she happily jumped on the bed. Nagising na nito si Cassandra at natawa ng makita ang dalawa namin na anak.
“Why are you not in your beds?” Cassandra sleepily asked as she enveloped our kids in a h
