I looked at the twin who's now peacefully sleeping in their crib. It's been three months after that incident happened and fuck, I miss her. I fucking miss her. There is no day and night that I did not miss her. And every time I remember her smile I feel like I am slowly dying of pain.

I can’t blame the twins for what happened. It is Yara's and I's decision to have children so the twins are not at fault. But why it is like this? The more I see them the more I get hurt. Even though I don't want to, it's like I want to blame them....