Emery's point of view:
I put my key in the door and let myself in. My sister is sitting at the kitchen table coloring in her ABCs.
She doesn't even look up at me. I want her to see me. To notice. I don't want to be ignored again.
A little toddler waddles over to me. He looks up and I catch myself getting tears in my eyes. It's Blake. He holds his hands in the air and signals 'up'. I pick him up and hug his little body.
"Cherry Blossom?" I hear Logan say. I look at him as he sets down his paper and rushes over to hug me. He pulls me close and I can hear his breathing and it sounds like he's crying.
"Are you crying Uncle Logan?" I ask him.
"No." He lets go of me and looks me in the eyes. He has no tears. "I was laughing."
"Okay then"
"Don't ever do that again!"
"Aren't you going to batter me with questions?"
"Not right know. I know you have reasons for what you do and your home safe and that's all that matters."
'New me and a new Logan. What's next.' I think to myself.
"Sissy!" My sister shreaks. She struggles to get down from the tall chair but manages to climb down like a monkey. Jasmine wraps her arms around my knees.
"Well I'm glad we found the missing piece to our family puzzle." Logan says as he takes Blake from my arms and walks to the stove. He says "hot." to Blake as he reaches for the stovetop. He pauses then puts his hand back in his mouth.
"Who ever called our family a puzzle?" Jasmine asks Logan.
"Your father." He says, not even turning around to face her.
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Short ik but that's all I really wanted to do rn.
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