Five Year Old and Her Daddy

All in all one thing is for sure,

He is my papa and I am his world. . .

Every time we come, they gladly receive,

Warm hugs and kisses, saying, “He is our son.”

Auntie says often, “My cute kid brother.”

Whatever that maybe, I don’t get it.

All I know is that he is all mine.

Just do as I say and all will be fine. . .

Today as we leave, grandma hugs daddy tight.

Tenderly he said,

“Don’t cry, Ma, I will come back soon.”

Also, my eyes sting with tears,

Maybe, daddy meant to them more than I realize. . .

Sounds like that story papa had told,

Once this forest was filled with cheers.

The birds had to fly to find new nests,

Now two birds left to tend the empty nest. . .

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The possessive demands of the children on their parents do not recognize any other relations. 

But with age and observation, things change. I saw that recognition this time in Ava’s sensitive eyes.