*One Month Later*
*Olivia*
“Whee!”
I laughed, bright and full as I watched as Gio crammed his legs into the tiny colorful slide made for people with much shorter legs than him and gradually slid down. His happy little cheer contrasted with his obviously fake and awkward smile as he pretended to have fun on the slide.
Elio watched him from my arms, hanging from the carrier I had wrapped around me. His little chubby legs swung back and forth as he stared intently at his foolish father, a bit of drool hanging from his single tooth.
He looked much like a gaping fish, unable to believe his eyes, and I was right there with him as Gio got stuck on the plastic halfway down and had to force himself to keep sliding with his shoes.
