ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY

SYLVIA'S POV

After we finished our meal, I took Zenith and Zendaya to the bathroom for their nightly bath. Filling the tub with warm water, lather, rubber ducks, and other toys, I began to bathe them. As I gently scrubbed their backs, Zenith looked up at me and asked, "Mom, why doesn't Grayson pick us up from school anymore?"

The question took me by surprise. I paused for a moment before responding, "He's been very busy lately, sweetie."

"I miss him," Zenith said, his little face full of sadness.

I was dumbfounded to find that Zenith felt this way about Grayson. I turned to Zendaya and asked, "Do you feel the same way, honey?"

She nodded, her eyes filling with tears. "Yes, Mom. I miss him too."

Their expressions turned gloomy, and I felt a pang of guilt and sadness. I tried to think of something to cheer them up, but their longing for Grayson was palpable.

"Alright how about icecrwam to cheer you up" i says knowubg how much they love icecream, "no mum we want Grayson" Zenith begged.

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