When Cas and Zoey finally came downstairs más guests had arrived. And among the guests there was a four año old girl. She had blonde, wavy hair, green eyes, chubby cheeks and thin lips. She ran towards Zoey and Zoey lifted her in her arms.
“There tu are, Poppy” Zoey said.
“Mommy” the girl squeaked, squeezing her chubby arms tightly around Zoey’s neck, suffocating her.
“Is that Alexia?” Cas asked. Zoey nodded and put her daughter on her own feet. “Say hi to Emmanuel, sweetie”
Alexia reached out her hand and smiled. “Hello, Emmanuel”
Cas accepted the tiny hand and Alexia squeezed her finger around his index. “Come on, I’ll mostrar tu all my favorito! flowers”
Cas looked at Zoey, asking for permission. Zoey waved her hand. “Better do what she says” she laughed.
Alexia pulled Cas outside and led him to the backyard. She pointed at some red flowers. “Those are my favorite. That’s why everyone calls me Poppy” Alexia dicho and she stepped on the earth to get them. She plucked one of them and stepped back on the grass. She reached the flor to Cas. “Put it in my hair, please”
Cas accepted the amapola flor and fixed it in Alexia’s hair on the left side of her head.
“How do I look?” Alexia asked with a big smile.
“You look like a princess” Cas answered in all honesty.
Alexia sank down on the césped, hierba in Indian Style and signed at Cas he should sit down too. The smile on Alexia’s face had disappeared. She looked at Cas with a sad face.
“Emmanuel, can tu ask my mommy to come back home, please? I miss her and my daddy misses her too” she dicho sad.
Due to the child’s expression Cas felt sad too. “It must be very unpleasant to have your parents living separated from each other” he said.
Alexia’s sad expression was replaced por confusion.
“What do tu mean?” she asked, holding her head diagonally.
“I mean it must be difficult for you, because your parents are divorced” Cas explained. Alexia shook her head heavy. “Mommy and daddy are not divorced. Mommy just stays with aunty Daphne to take care of her. But now she has you, right?”
Daphne had lied to him. Daphne, who loved honesty and being open to each other, had lied to him.
“Emmanuel, are tu feeling good?” Alexia asked, when Cas stood up and walked back to the house.
“There tu are, Poppy” Zoey said.
“Mommy” the girl squeaked, squeezing her chubby arms tightly around Zoey’s neck, suffocating her.
“Is that Alexia?” Cas asked. Zoey nodded and put her daughter on her own feet. “Say hi to Emmanuel, sweetie”
Alexia reached out her hand and smiled. “Hello, Emmanuel”
Cas accepted the tiny hand and Alexia squeezed her finger around his index. “Come on, I’ll mostrar tu all my favorito! flowers”
Cas looked at Zoey, asking for permission. Zoey waved her hand. “Better do what she says” she laughed.
Alexia pulled Cas outside and led him to the backyard. She pointed at some red flowers. “Those are my favorite. That’s why everyone calls me Poppy” Alexia dicho and she stepped on the earth to get them. She plucked one of them and stepped back on the grass. She reached the flor to Cas. “Put it in my hair, please”
Cas accepted the amapola flor and fixed it in Alexia’s hair on the left side of her head.
“How do I look?” Alexia asked with a big smile.
“You look like a princess” Cas answered in all honesty.
Alexia sank down on the césped, hierba in Indian Style and signed at Cas he should sit down too. The smile on Alexia’s face had disappeared. She looked at Cas with a sad face.
“Emmanuel, can tu ask my mommy to come back home, please? I miss her and my daddy misses her too” she dicho sad.
Due to the child’s expression Cas felt sad too. “It must be very unpleasant to have your parents living separated from each other” he said.
Alexia’s sad expression was replaced por confusion.
“What do tu mean?” she asked, holding her head diagonally.
“I mean it must be difficult for you, because your parents are divorced” Cas explained. Alexia shook her head heavy. “Mommy and daddy are not divorced. Mommy just stays with aunty Daphne to take care of her. But now she has you, right?”
Daphne had lied to him. Daphne, who loved honesty and being open to each other, had lied to him.
“Emmanuel, are tu feeling good?” Alexia asked, when Cas stood up and walked back to the house.
