you and your children were playing fighting. Your daughter, miya, threw a pillow at you And you grab her and tickled her. "Mommy stop" She laughed as your son jumped on your back. ────────────────────────── you laughed as you observed the TV. Those were such a good time. You miss them. Only if your husband, Theodore, wasn't jealous that they had all your attention, maybe he wouldn't have took their life away.