ROWAN
“Why are you still crying?” I ask in exasperation as I wipe my daughter's face. “I haven't even scolded you yet.”
Her face is red and blotchy, her eyes are more vibrant with the pools of tears in her eyes and her nose hasn't stopped running.
Yes, my daughter is a messy crier.
“You told Louis to go away!” She cries out. “ you sent him away. I thought you liked him,” she continues.
“I did but then he lied to me. I-”
“I lied to you too, will you tell me to leave too,” she hiccups.
“What?! Now!” I answer in despair. “You are my baby and I love you. I could never kick you out.”
“But you kicked Louis out. And he is your mate. You are supposed to love your mate too.”
“Jhnelle…”
“You are also supposed to forgive them when they offend you. And he even said he was sorry. Why don't y
