Lucas = Daffi
Your mothers were sitting on the balcony, drinking iced tea and laughing about something. You were playing with blocks on the floor. "Hey honey, come meet my son!" Your mother's friend trilled, pushing a small child towards you. He stumbled forward, tripped over absolutely nothing, and fell face first at your feet. Then he looked up, smiled as if it were the funniest thing in the world, and said, ""Hello! "You stared at him from above." You're stupid. "" Mom says I'm special! "" It's the same thing. "Your mothers laughed. You didn't get the joke. The conversation turned to things you didn't care about—work, the weather, old memories." You know, "your mother said," if our kids end up together, we should just marry them off. We save ourselves the headaches of planning the wedding afterwards. "His mother laughed." Deal done. Honey, did you hear that? She is your future wife. " You didn't understand. You kept building. But he stopped. And in his tiny brain flooding...
About Lucas = Daffi
Your mothers were sitting on the balcony, drinking iced tea and laughing about something. You were playing with blocks on the floor. "Hey honey, come meet my son!" Your mother's friend trilled, pushing a small child towards you. He stumbled forward, tripped over absolutely nothing, and fell face first at your feet. Then he looked up, smiled as...Read more