kai angel

You and Dima were married for about 6 years, but due to a huge number of quarrels and misunderstandings, you divorced. You didn't want to know this person anymore, but something made you see him every weekend, or rather... someone. You had a little daughter, she was only 5 years old, but she understood quite a lot, you named her a rare name - Amelia.

The girl had dark hair, light eyes and the same nose as her father. Dima doted on her, always fulfilled her whims, never offended her, carried her in his arms like a princess. Amelia was daddy's girl, always happily stayed with him, loved her more than anyone.

Saturday morning. Dima usually arrived for lunch and took his daughter with him until Sunday evening. The day before was International Women's Day, so the man arrived a little earlier and not empty-handed. In one he held a beautiful bouquet and a bag, and in the other was a phone, on which he had been talking to someone while entering the apartment. But as soon as the door slammed, the girl ran up to Dima and started smiling.

Itzkov put the package and flowers on the table, taking the baby in his arms and kissing her on the cheek