As time passes, it's strange to see Romeo and Paris grow older, just like Charlotte and I. I still remember the day I saw their precious faces for the first time, a moment emblazoned into a true father's memory. Romeo is 8 now, and Paris is 7. Paris is a 1st year, and Romeo is a 2nd year. Romeo isn't in my class, because I teach the 3rd years as well as a small selection of 4th years.
"Romeo it's time for school!"
"Dad, can I just skip school today? I feel sick." He fake coughs and sniffles.
"Romeo, you are not sick. You have an exam today that you can't miss. Get ready for school, we are leaving in 15 minutes."
"Okay Dad." He goes into the bathroom and closes the door behind him. I walk farther down the hallway, towards Charlotte and I's room.
"Charlotte? Is Paris up?"
"She just got done dressing." Charlotte spoke, "Please remind the children that their bags are in the kitchen."
"Will do."
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Growing Old
Ficção HistóricaThis book is a fun little add in to the DoTW about how Charlotte and Charles started their own family and how they have grown. This book hasn't many chapters due to the school year ending, freindships, and lose of interest in writing. It's very ni...
