It seems that something has gone wrong with Emily in recent days. She became too sensitive, irritable, could cry or laugh for no reason. Often I looked at photos with Damian, which I still have not deleted and slept in his T-shirt. Mrs. Fox was surprised, completely not understanding where her daughter had a men's T-shirt in her wardrobe, because before she had not watched her love for men's things.
“You're kind of pale…” the woman sighed as she ran around the kitchen putting oatmeal to her daughter who had just woken up.
- Mom, let me do it myself ... - Emily anxiously fixed her watch with her gaze, noting that her working day was about to start.
- No, sit! - the woman smiled tenderly and putting the plate in front of her daughter, in her own way kissed her on the top of the head. - Ea
