Sapphire
The door opened after I typed the passcode which was my birthday. Storm was holding my hand as we walked inside the house. As the door closed behind us, Storm looked around the house, confused. He pulled his hand off my hold and sat on the couch, eyes wandering up the high ceilings.
Sighing, I walked towards him and sat beside him on the couch.
“This is your Dad’s house.” I started.
“What’s his name, Momma?”
“Sky.” I smiled.
“Sky.” He repeated, but frowned sooner and asked, “Like the sky?” He even used his small hand and gestured to the ceiling. “Like the song, Twinkle twinkle?”
I nodded. “Yes, like the sky above.”
And he’s up there.
“Oh. What he is look like?”
I chuckled at his wrong arrangement of the words. Well, he was a k
