"Mina!"
"Mina!"
"Mina!"
"Mina!" I heard my father call.
"Papa!" I shouted.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Looking at the moon," I answered. "It's pretty."
"Not as pretty as you," he said. I giggled as he picked me up and took me into our home.
"Getting into mischief again Sapphire," my mother said.
"Mina is just like her father," my father laughed. He took my small hand and walked me over to the table. He placed my mother's cooking in front of me. As I ate my father made funny faces at me.
"Mikhail, let her eat in peace," my mother shouted. He got up and turned to face her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into him. She kissed him and then he kissed her.
I started to cry but I couldn't tell if it was me or not. This memory I know it but it isn't now. I was a ch
