My Children ( Chapter Eight)

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Texas walked up to me and hugged my arm in the mid of darkness. I opened my eyes and looked at Texas as he tried to not look worried.

All 50 states where in the same darkness looking up at me, I realized my children were scared that I might be hurt, I mean I am hurting, but not as bad as they thought I was in.

Alaska asked softly " father? What happened, we heard you call out stop... 18 times— is everything alright?"

I looked sat up, looking at every single state, I whipped off a few tears, to my surprise Texas hold onto my arm. I picked him up and put him on the ground carefully, worried I'd hurt him. I finally got a few words out "I'm alright my little ones, no need to fear— your father is have bad flashbacks, nothing to worried about though." I smiled at my little kids. I didn't want to worry my children, if they're worried then I'd worried and stressed.

New York and New Jersey gave each other a look then looked at me. I smiled at N.Y and N.J, the two aways knew I had a poker face.

I love playing poker sometimes, Germany, Russia, and maybe Italy play poker every weekend.

"So— What do you guys do when you don't talk to me?" I asked my children. All 50 of them looked at each other then looked back at me.

"You see— we would mind our business, sometimes listen into what you say, Alaska would tell stories about the wilderness, Texas would show us horses, California would be crazy like usual—" Utah started, other states would talk what they would do.

One by one all the states would speak to me happily. I smiled happily loving the fact I spent time with my little kids.

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