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𝐎𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐈'𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 #𝟎𝟐𝟑
𝐎𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 the island, a steady anchor as eight-month-old Olijah stood on the counter, grasping his brother's face for balance. "Aye stop hitting me in my face." He smacked his lips in mock exasperation, but Olijah, unfazed, continued his playful face-slapping.
Octavia clattered down the stairs, keys in her hand. "You ready?" she asked. Omyri gave a curt nod before lifting Olijah into his arms. "Your uncle Ty should be there." She told him, mentioning his father's brother.
Omyri didn't speak to his father, mainly because harbored a deep-seated resentment towards his father, who had callously vanished without explanation, leaving him and Ozai. The knowledge that their father was alive but absent from their lives was a constant source of frustration and hurt for both Ozai and Omyri.
Observing other children's interactions with their fathers only deepened their longing for a similar bond, but it also strengthened their gratitude for their selfless mother. Who dedicated herself to raising Ozai and Omyri, shouldering the responsibilities of both parents, whether it was a struggle or not.
"Ian seen him in forever," Omyri said, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and detachment. "Nobody has, really. He just got himself back out there." Octavia's shoulders rose in a nonchalant shrug as she turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life.
With a smooth shift into gear, they pulled away from the curb, heading toward the park where the little league football teams were already gathering for practice, the evening sunlight casting long shadows across the grass.
Determined to make the most of his gap year off college, Omyri shook off the temptation of idle days and opted to help coach little league football instead. His passion for the sport still burned bright, and his skills, though slightly dulled by time, remained impressive.
