Alexander plays with Lavinia like always. He talks to her, and she shouts back all happy.
I sit on the couch and read a book, pretending to pay no attention to the father and daughter pair. They're always like this, by the way.
«Your mother has been so cold lately,» Alexander sighs at some point.
Lavinia replies with a simple «Aaah», but her face doesn't lose any trace of contentment. After all, she doesn't really understand a thing.
Just a few words, maybe. Like mother, dad, meal. For sure, not cold and not lately.
«She wants to leave me. Do you think she has someone else in mind already?» Alexander continues.
As the little ball yells vowels like never before, I close the book and glare at him.
What if, by some miracle, she remembers this when she grows up? She'll think I left Alexander for another person!
Oh, she won't because I'll still be here gazing after him with the same love even when she grows up and becomes a lady.
