He nods at his phone, as if nodding at her words and throws his phone to the side. Lying back against the sofa, he closes his eyes, a hand coming up to stroke Mana’s hair softly. Boy, he’s tired. Tired and worried. When he feels a set of small hands cover his eyes, he laughs, not too...
“You’ll have to try harder next time!” He laughs softly and shakes his head. “I was expecting you. Well, she’s good,you know… A lot better than she was this morning. She fell asleep maybe 20 minutes ago? She just needs hair accessories, makeup…things like that. I’m not good in that department..I was hoping you’d help?” He laughs again, watching Irene be naturally affectionate with his daughter. It warmed his heart. He always wished he had more of a motherly instinct.
“Are you hungry? I’m not sure if I have much in the fridge.”