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"Where's mama, princess?" I asked while leaning against the door.
She turned around, throwing her purple feather thingy around her neck. "She's trying to give Kyle a bath, but he says that he's old enough to wash himself," my princess said while playing with her mother's mascara in one hand and holding a mirror in the other hand.
"Are you supposed to be playing with that, princess?"
She shook her head, "Shhh, don't tell mommy," my angel whispered before jumping into my arms.
"Opa, you know that I love you right, such a beautiful princess, you are. I won't tell mommy, promise."
"Daddy, why do you kiss that woman that's mean and not mommy?"
I stared at my baby.
How was I supposed to explain it to her? Am I complicating her mind? Of course, I am, she's a child and wants to kn
