Someone sent me a secretly filmed video. In the dressing room, Kelly’s burns were exposed and Steven was applying medication with a cotton swab.
Kelly groaned, "Doctor Steven, it hurts. Why don’t you just use your finger?"
Steven’s Adam’s apple bobbed and he threw the cotton swab away.
The video ended there.
The person who posted the video sent a laughing emoji with a hand covering his mouth.
[Mrs. Parker, don’t misunderstand. It’s just a change of medication.]
I replied calmly, [No. They’re going to Africa together anyway, so I don’t care what they do.]
On the seventh day after my children’s death, I decorated the house in an Ultraman theme. Their biggest wish had been to have an Ultraman-themed birthday party.
They had waited for a long time, but every year Steven vetoed it, "Why decoration is that important? It’ll mess up the house. Just have cake."
But he rarely even ate birthday cake with them. He always said he was busy and didn’t have time for the children.
But he was free to spend an entire day with Kelly at Disneyland.
My child, you finally made it to this world. You deserved at least one birthday you could enjoy.