Three years later.
Persephone was wiping the dust from the photo album that she had found in the almirah today.
"What's that, mommy?" Eleanor asked her mom in the cutest voice, pointing at the big and beautiful picture book.
"That's mommy and dada's wedding album," Persephone told her big girl. Eleanor would be four in a few months. She was the most gorgeous little girl anyone had ever seen. Her bright blue eyes and wild red curls were her most beautiful features. And if she smiled with those dimples, she was lethal. Especially on her dad's heart.
"Mommy, can I see this? Please. Pretty please," Eleanora said. If her facial features resembled her dad more then her antics were more of Persephone. She had learned the art of puppy eyes from her mom.
As if anyone could ever resist the puppy eyes of both mom and daughter.
Persephone sighed with a smile and started showing Eleanora the pictures that the girl had seen hundreds of times before.
