DAVID
"Come on big boy, tell papa what's going on?" Papa sat me on his lap, with his hands holding me close.
I look down at my lap. I was embarrassed and I felt guilty, cause I was been a bad boy, at least that's what Papa and Mama thinks now.
"Hey." He repeated this time with his hands on my cheeks while he gently make me look up.
I felt tears welled in my eyes when I saw disappointment in his bulb like eyes. The seem to be glowing.
He used his thumb to wipe a tear that had slip down my cheek.
"I-i was a bad boy." I tried not to cry but I couldn't hold back.
He pulled me in a crashing hug and held me tightly. "I love you bubear." He whispered planting kisses on my hair. "I'm not disappointed in you. You were not a bad boy, you were just frustrated. It happens, that doesn't mean I and Mama would not love you any second." He said.
I nodded, his words made me better, but I doubt he would love me if I told him the real story.
