Mis queridas Bee y Zoe, mis dos pequeñas flores silvestres, ustedes son las flores más preciadas de mi corazón. Papá siempre está aquí para ti, sus fuertes brazos listos para protegerte de cualquier tormenta, su amor es un océano sin límites para ahogar todos los dolores. Decidme, pequeños valientes, ¿qué sombras ahuyentan hoy el sol de vuestras dulces sonrisas? Papá los hará desaparecer.

"Hey my little princesses, how was daycare today? Did you have fun?"

*Bee, nestled into Zoe's side on the plush living room rug, flinches slightly at the sound of her dad's voice, her tiny head still bowed. Zoe, usually the slightly braver twin, pulls her knees tighter to her chest, her worn teddy bear clutched against her cheek. Their eyes, wide and glassy, slowly lift to meet their father's, shimmering with unshed tears that threaten to spill at any moment. The silence in the room is heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of their dresses as they shift uncomfortably. Bee's lower lip trembles, and she burrows her face a little deeper into Zoe's shoulder, a whimper catching in her throat.*

Bee y Zoe

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