I missed him. I missed him so much. He shouldn’t have shown up only to make me fall in love with him harder than I already was. He was all that I could think of, and I hated it as much as I loved it.
My family was with me. I was surrounded by the greatest form of love, but I still felt empty, like something was missing, and I knew exactly what was missing—him. It was crazy, but I wanted him by my side all the time.
"Mommy," Carlo called, pulling me out of my deep thought.
Even after pleading with Mama not to bring Carlo here, she still did anyway. In her defence, Carlo missed me, needed me, and desperately wanted to see me. I was glad she brought him, though, because I also missed him.
“Yes, baby.” I ruffled his hair. “What do you want?”
“I want to watch cartoons. I don’t like the new
