"Ella, behave yourself!" Sebastian said warningly.
"Sowwy Daddy," she frowned and went to her room.
"Honey, can you past me the salt?" Eva asked while stirring the pasta. Sebastian opened the cabinet and handed it to her. He kissed her lightly on the head and hugged her waist.
"I love you," he mumbled into her shoulder.
"I love you, Seb."
Sebastian left the kitchen and entered the bedroom, where his little three year old daughter, Ella was running around. She was screaming untranslatable words. She knocked over the box that was set on top of the shelf. "Ella!" Sebastian scolded as it plummeted to the floor.
"I'm sowwy Daddy," her lip trembled and her eyes watered.
He sighed,"It's okay baby. Be careful next time, are you hurt?"
Sebastian picked up the mess when he found an envelope. Memories from the past flashed in his mind and he shut his eyes tight. He ignored the feeling and brought it closer anyway.
For her, it read.
*to whom whoever takes the heart of Sebastian. I hope you make him happy.
He finished putting everything back into the box and picked up the envelope. He walked into the kitchen and tapped on Eva's shoulder. "Here," he said.
"What's this?" She asked taking it from his hand.
He shrugged, although he already knew the answer. She looked at it for a moment and then tossed it in the trash. His jaw dropped. She laughed at him,"I don't need it. She knows, she's watching from up there," Eva smiled and pointed up.
The day continued on, the letter still remained in the trash.
"I guess we'll never know what she said."