Annie
We are in the garden of the house. Liam and I watch embraced as our children play. They are beautiful. It turns out Angelito looks just like his father. But Roger... is even more alike. I always complain that neither of them looks like me. I am the mother of two little blond boys with blue eyes. If they weren't so many years apart, they could be mistaken for twins. The peace in the house is incredible. Both little ones are calm and sweet-natured. A nice mix of their parents. Of course, calm from their father and sweet from my side, haha. But I've noticed that Liam looks longingly at Mirtha's little daughter. I know he longs to have a little Annie to spoil and love. But I don't want that. I know that if a girl comes, she'll steal him from me. I'm jealous, haha.
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