Nefretiri
I was going out of my mind.
It was almost midday, and Ivan hadn't come home yet.
"It's okay sweet pea," Taylor soothes Penelope, who hasn't stopped crying for the last hour.
We've tried everything to calm her down, but nothing seems to work.
"She wants Ivan," I mutter, staring out the large window in the living room. "That's why she won't stop."
"Is that what it is, sweet pea?" She coos at her niece. "Do you miss daddy?"
As if to answer her, Penelope screams until her face is purple.
"Maybe we could try one of Ivan's shirts?" Randy suggests, wincing as Penelope reaches a higher pitch. "That might help."
"Yeah," I mumbled weakly, running upstairs to grab something from his bag. Penelope was only a baby. She didn't understand why she felt the way she did. All she knew was that she wanted her daddy.
