It was a new day and I was at Mr. Parker’s house watching the twins again. They were sitting on the floor coloring a tree or a lion I wasn’t sure.

“Kennie,” I heard Lizzie call me by the nickname she has given me.

“Yes Lizzie,” I answered while taking my eyes off the television and looking at her while sipping on the glass of water that was in my hand.

“Do you love my father?” Choking because the water had ventured down the wrong hole, I looked at her confused.

“What gave you that impression Lizzie?”

“Well daddy is always looking at you like he loves you and lacy...