Avalon's p.o.v

"Papa" my seven year old brother shouts running across the lawn. Father is in deep conversation

with mom, but he doesn't mind. He gathers Solomon up in his arms. Mom loves watching them

interact. I wish father could sweep me off my feet like that. Although I am sixteen years old, I still

long to be held. Every little brief fragile good thing such as a hug or encouragment matters more

in the end.