Time was going by fast for us here at home. Before we knew it. It was time for Kyra to age to a child.
She ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror and when she came out, she was beautiful. She threw away the hat and changed into some other pants. She was a beauty.
Mommy I love you.
Oh Kyra, you are the spitting image of me at your age.
Her and Don loved to spend time in the mornings together while he tended to his plants.
She would beg him for toys or candy until he gave in to her. He has no will power when it comes to his daughter.
Then the gross jokes would start and she would make her daddy sick.
Then it was back to fun again.
The Christmas holidays where upon us. So Kyra and I spent that Saturday decorating the house.
Then we sat and talked about everything she wanted from Santa.
While Don practiced his guitar, she practiced violin.
She has a talent for music just like Don.
She also likes to draw at her art table by the computer.
Don and I believe she might be a painter one day.
She also is on top of her homework.
