“Daddy, I want to know. Why?” Sarah’s cheeks started to puff out as her eyebrows inverted together.
“It’s a long story, but she’s getting better. And I promise your mother and I are working on it. She can come here and spend time with you. She’s doing better now.”
“Why is she there? Answer!”
Brattiness is not something I would tolerate in my kid, but I could understand it was hard for her. I couldn’t help but slump my shoulders and think I might have set up the wrong agreement with her mother. “Come here, come here. Stop with the microphone,” I gestured.
Tears were forming in her vibrant little eyes and her bottom lip jutting out.
My heart wanted to rip open a little more because I could see that my little girl was hurting. She slapped my hand away and tried to storm off. I managed to scoop her up before her little legs could carry her from me.
I pulled her up with one arm and blew strawberry kisses on her face. “You tried to run, but I got you now. I love you, and Mommy loves you too. She’s going to be here soon. Okay, sweetheart?”
Her curls were hanging upside down and the little grumpy mood she was in lifted as she started giggling and poking her tongue out.
I knew how to distract her and get her back.
“Okay Daddy, if you say so. I love you too.” She giggled and ran back to her game.
Lucy, where are you?