Family

Thunderstorm ☑️

As you can see, I decided to publish a new book. I won't expect much from it, but I will keep it here anyways 😂😂😂

Mitch was out with Kirstie. They were at the park, having fun. He looked up at the sky and noticed, that it was getting little late for his little girl. Sun was setting down and the sky was getting darker. Clouds weren't any helpful in getting the sky any lighter either.

"Kirstie, it's time to go home," Mitch called after her because she was on the other side of the swing.

"But-" she got down and came to him with puppy eyes.

"No buts. It's getting late and cold. I don't want my little princess to get sick," he said, making her pout.

"I won't. Pwease, just a vittle longe-." she hugged his legs and looked up at him.

He knelt down and looked at her: "I will give you little would you rather: stay on the swing for another 15 minutes or come home with me to watch some good film and we buy you some snack for it?"

She thought about it for a little and then grabbed his hand, pulling him with her to little shop beside the park. He chuckled and went after her.

She ran in there first, getting lightly lost to him. It took him a minute to find out, which alley she was in. You know, how hard it can be to find a little girl in the market? She's just 3-year-old girl. His little sunshine.

He walked over to her, once he found her between sweets. "Daddy, can I get thish?" she pointed at gummy bears.

"Why do I feel like this isn't over yet?" Mitch said as he put the bag down into her hands. She giggled and ran to a different alley. When he got there, she was reaching for apple juice. "Here you go. One more and that's it, deal?"

"Yay," she laughed and ran back to the first alley, taking a big chocolate bar. She ran back to him.

"But not whole chocolate at once. Your little tummy would hurt," he walked her to the cashier, getting ready to pay for the food. Mitch picked her up in my arms and she set things down in front of the cashier with little giggle.

"Happy kid, huh?" the cashier looked at him.

He nodded: "Very." He gave her money.

"What's her name?" she handed him their bag with snacks for movie night.

"Kiwshtie," they smiled at one another.

"Where's her mom?" the cashier asked with a smile, Kirstie's face saddened a little bit and she laid her head on Mitch's chest/shoulder.

"She left us 4 years ago, saying, she's not ready for something, I didn't hear her well. She yelled it at me, as I was taking my angel to my car," he said.

"She lost quite an adorable kid," the girls smiled at one another. "What was her name?" she looked at me.

Mitch opened his mouth to answer, but someone cut him off: "Mitch?" he heard his name. He turned around, nearly dropping his angel.

"What are you doing here?" Mitch set Kirstie down walking to the mother of his daughter.

"Getting myself a dinner. What are you doing here?" she looked at him with a glare in her eyes.

"Getting my daughter dinner and a snack. You would know if you wouldn't throw us away, but you never cared about her. Why should you? You weren't ready, so you can't be blamed for it, huh?" he went back to the counter. "I'll be here tomorrow to finish this conversation. I have my little duties," he took Kirstie away.

"Daddy, can I come tomowow too?" she stood in front of him.

"Of course, little one, but don't make me big problems, okay?" she nodded and smiled.