Jam: There’s this new gaming system out, and everyone at school has one! Can we get one please!?

Wisteria: We can’t really afford that right now kiddo. My paintings haven’t really… well…

Jam: But Uncle just got a job right? He can help!

Wisteria: It’s not far to ask him that Jam…

Years went by before we felt like maybe we would be okay… birthdays past and each year I would give the boys a letter from Macaron. It was little cards, with memories he had of them. Even if he only shared a short time with them both, it seemed like he had so many to share.

I still hadn’t talked more to Bubblegum about his feelings for me. I wanted to tell him I did too, but I was still hurting, still am. How can I move on when the one I wanted is gone? But the boys do love him…

Jelly: No! Papa here!

Wisteria: Jelly!

Jelly had the hardest time accepting it. Maybe because he had the least amount of time with Macaron. He seemed to believe Mac was still there… I don’t know why he believed that, and I thought maybe he would grow out of it. Or I hoped he would… kids do have wild imaginations.

It took a long time to explain to them what was happening. And it was morning before their emotions finally wore them down enough to go to sleep. Maybe if they were older it would have been easier but… is it ever easy losing a father? Losing anyone for that matter? I’m not even sure they fully understand. But I think they know Macaron isn’t coming home…