Thecraddlewillrock Stories

The music faded into the background during dinner. It was Christmas Eve. Clarissa watched as her beautiful child as she ran across the floor being chased by her father. Rosalie was only four and already her big curls were swinging at her hips. Her big sea green eyes looked identical to Eric's. Her nose even resembled his so well that when Clarissa looked at her husband she often called him Rosalie. Eric swooped down and lifted his laughing daughter into the air when they heard a knock on the door. Rosalie immediately quite laughing and looked at me with wondering eyes. "Go to your room Rosalie. Now!" Eric swatted her away. Clarissa followed her.