"You know what? We should go and eat some ice cream and then come back with two tubs in hand to catch up on life. And—oh my god! Don't cry Vhrea. You know how I was told that I couldn't be a good mother. You remember that right? It's because I can't handle crying kids."
I sniffed again. And at this rate I will definitely get that Rudolph nose. And yes I remember how she was told she can't be a good mother. And I even remember it was Jules who had declared it when they were arguing on whether crying children were annoying or the ones who keep biting anyone and everyone.
"We got this Vhrea. I don't know what kind of situation all this is. We will figure it out." She seperated us from the hug. " Just FYI. I have lived the last month assuming you were kidn*pped by a mafia boss and now I am
