Iris:
My mother and I walked over to them together.
I sat down awkwardly while my mother took the couch beside them, holding herself proudly.
"Your brother is sick, but don't worry. Your father is here now. Everything will be fine," Kash said, gently tucking a strand of Amy's hair behind her ear.
I remembered a brief moment from when we were living in the woods. My children always asked about their father.
My grandfather rarely acknowledged them.
He always said it was for safety, but now I realized it wasn't that.
They were preparing my children for days like this.
When they would be left alone with Kash and wouldn't be able to reveal anything, simply because they didn't know much.
"What if Daddy can't help?" Amy asked, pouting.
Even I couldn't resist my daughter's little gestures.
I could only imagine how Kash felt. He kept staring at her face, smiling softly.
"When Daddy tries to fix something, he gets it done. Don't worry," Kash replied proudly.
