We are near the Food Court and who I see? Ha. my daughter. All dolls, sitting near someone.
They share milk, for the sake of the sky. Like two Teenager. He laughs. Her hair turns. Touch his arm. everything.
I walked, and my grandson gently fell on one of the large seats lined, that near the fountain, where security goes every second, and walked next to it directly. He did not say a word. Just to connect the eye until I knew I know.
Of course, she turned quietly and stood behind the fountain, away enough to monitor my grandson, and see how my daughter will interact. She was angry. Its history has almost decreased. If we judge with a look at his face, he had no idea about the presence of a young child in the picture.
I told her more times than I can rely on: No man wants a package of such a package. She was better focused on herself and her son, instead of chasing some fairy tale and looking for a husband.
Later, come home, accusing me of “giving up” my grandson. I told her, “My love, I gave up your son when you lied to your mother and left him behind to chase a man.”
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