"Daddy.." the small girl tugged on his pants, staring up at him with her great big silver eyes. Ruby Rose, 9 years old, held the bouquet of flowers in her arms as Yang got on her shoes in the other room. "when are we going to visit mommy?"
“just as soon as your sister is ready, ruby.” he squats down to her level to place a hand on her head. the smile on his face is genuine, but sad in nature. she is summer’s spitting image, and yet he refuses to feel sadness when he looks at his daughter; how unfair would that be? to not just ruby but her mother as well?
summer was happiness and warmth for them all, and she gave him ruby…like a memento of their time spent together. he wants to be happy when he remembers her. his only regret is that both his girls will grow up without her warm hands, her soft singing voice, and her constant love. tai will fill in the gaps, his daughters will never know what it feels like to be unloved.
he scoops the girl up in his arms to kiss at her cheek, inspecting the flowers she picked and admiring their beauty, “she’s going to love these, you did a great job picking them.”
