Chapter 48: Liam As A Parent, Son, And A Worker
[liam]
I let Louis lead our prayer. We’re inside my bedroom, sitting on the bed as we stare at the food I freshly heated from the microwave.
“Amen,” Louis ended the prayer. His bubbly voice made me simile the whole duration of our prayer. Louis remembered me a lot about my childhood.
Carlos grunted. “Prayers don’t have to be an essay long, Louis,” he reprimanded his younger brother. Carlos is two hours ahead of Luis. When I gave birth to them, I did not expect that they’d both be male. Like I thought It would be a girl and a boy.
True to Carlos’ words, Luois’ prayer takes almost fifteen minutes before he finishes. I have no problem since I love to hear his voice. But Carlos is short-tempred. Which most likely remembers me of Ivor
