Page 7: Hands Are Made for Holding
How the siblings spent the annual Father's Day.
Then and now.
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THEN
[ DIALOGUE ]
< CEMETERY — Mausoleum de Santimera,
3:37 PM >
ALPHIE
Shhhhh.
Alphie's eyes were filled with concern as she looked at her mother, fearing that Aleiah's squeaks and Al's chuckles from their ongoing chess match would cause her to awaken unexpectedly.
Aldrine smiled to himself as he color coordinated the flowers.
ALDRINE
Shh daw.
AL (smiled)
Sorry.
Alphie's cheeks became even more plum with her downward cute smile.
ALPHIE
S'okay.
ALPHIE
Kuya, can you please pass me the bow? 'Yung white po.
And, since Aleiah was sitting next to the colorful ribbon straps, she offered to pick them up for Alphie.
ALEIAH
Here, baby.
AL
I really think I'd lose.
ALEIAH
Don't ever doubt your skills, Al.
AL
I mean . . . you're my opponent.
Aleiah grinned at that.
Aldrine and Alphie continued on their task, flower crown making. Every now and then, Alphie glanced at Aldrine's phone to watch the tutorial.
