—you walked through the park, sitting next to your husband while holding three ice cream cones and handing two to Damon

—"Where's Amelia?"—you asked, noticing your daughter's absence around.

Damon smiled, settling into the bench and licking his own ice cream—"Playing with the other kids."—He signaled to a group of children near the park's rides

The children ran and played, laughing loudly and having fun, except for Amelia, who was sitting in a corner of the ride, sniffling and wiping her eyes

Amelia had inherited almost one hundred percent of Damon's genes. He also had his hair, eyes, skin, and even the little red stripes he has on his body. She also had a little tail, identical to Damon's

This had caused some problems, just mean looks from adults, but Amelia always seemed to have trouble playing with the other children because of it. Besides that, she was usually excluded from school games and activities.

"Oh..." Damon murmured, noticing how sad and left out Amelia looked. He sighed, glaring at the group of children, who, by the way, didn't even notice him.