“Ok, Judith, who is this?” Carl said to his baby sister and pointed on the picture. Judith giggled and looked up at her big brother, putting her tiny hand on his face in the picture.
“Hahaa yea that’s me! Well when I was younger of course,” He chuckled. Carl then moved his finger again.
“Alright little sis, who’s this guy?”
“..D..D-da!” Judith squealed happily while putting both of her little hands all over the frame.
“Wow you’re good at this game! Yep, that’s Dad!” Carl looked down at the picture again. His finger trembled slightly over the next person. The picture was in worse shape than he thought and was afraid that Judith would not recognize-
Carl’s eyes shot back to his baby sister. She put one hand on Lori’s face and the other on Carl’s finger. She looked up at him and smiled.
“Wha…what did you say?”
“…M..Ma..Mama!” She said again but louder.
Carl fought the tears that tried to escape as he proudly smiled back at Judith.
“Yea…you’re right again, Judith. Mom…mom would be proud of you.”
(Thank you, stuff-so-far !!! Sorry but the feelings got to me.)
“You know staring at him from a distance isn’t going to help.” Carl said creeping up on you while you were supposed to be keeping watch. “You love him and he really loves you, why don’t you go talk to him?” He asked talking about his father. “What do you know about love? You’re like twelve.” “I’m fifteen but that’s not the point, I see how happy you make him and he hasn’t laughed since everything went to hell, that is until he met you. I just see two people together that are good for one other.” “Alright, why are you helping me be with your dad? You’d think a kid would be weirded out by that.” “I want my dad happy and you’re an amazing person. I don’t see why you don’t want me wanting you guys together. Come on and go talk to him already.”