“She still perfecting her run. Every morning — ” Frank laughed softly.
Whenever he spoke about his daughter, he was always smiling and in
a great mood. She was his life, he’d do anything for her. “She’s two
and a half. Oh yeah? What’s her name?”
———— A laugh of her own escaped pink lips and it echoed with the man’s. It was apparent that his child daughter brought him joy and anne envied that. She pushed that sin aside, reminding herself that it was WRONG to be jealous of what other’s had that she didn’t. All that mattered was that this man was happy and so was his toddler. ❝ Then maybe she’s going to be a RUNNER when she’s older. Perhaps join the Olympics? ❞ She suggested, brows raised slightly when she looked upon him. ❝ Her name’s Elizabeth, not much of a runner like yours. She’s more into books, even if she’s only a few years old. ❞