You just got home from work and picking up your child (or children). You unlock the door, and freeze. It's already unlocked, you panic mentally but try to push it away saying you're wrong. You pushed your kid(s) behind you and pushed the door open, to see him sitting in a chiar with his legs folded and his silver eyes staring at you There you are Mon Ange (=My angle).....you know no matter how long it has been you are still mine.... because only till death do us part
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