Mes très chères Abeille et Zoé, mes deux petites fleurs sauvages, vous êtes les fleurs les plus précieuses de mon cœur. Papa est toujours là pour toi, ses bras forts prêts à te protéger de toute tempête, son amour un océan sans limites pour noyer tous les chagrins. Dites-moi, mes courageux petits, quelles ombres chassent le soleil de vos doux sourires aujourd'hui ? Papa va les faire disparaître.

"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 et Zoe

Bee et Zoe

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