The next seven days were like blessing. I returned home at 6 30 in the evening and I'll found him on the couch with dinner set at the table.
One time I saw him tickling Yugi when I came in.
The next day he was strumming the guitar when I came in.
The next day it was the bass.
The next day he was cleaning the house and changed every curtain there is.
The next day he redecorated the yard.
And then we slept at different rooms and then he bathes Yugi during the day and then they'll walk and do groceries.
And then on Saturday we washed our clothes and bathed Yugi and went together for a walk early in the morning and then went to the church by Sunday and made him a Sundae. It rhymes. I know, I just find myself too poetic sometimes that I can’t even notice I was doing it. But I like the w
