Callie was funny child and always knew how to make laugh even her tired father. She composed amusing childish songs and every night held the small concerts for her loved ones. Her favorite song was about three parrots, what stole drunk crocodile's pants. When Adonis heard for the first time his daughter singing this song, he was so stunned, that he didn't know what to say, but then laughed even to tears.
- Just don't sing this song at school, Callie, as your teachers will wring off my head for allowing you compose such songs! - Adonis laughed.
- Don't be afraid, daddy, I know more songs, so I can sing others, - the girl winked at her dad.
- Just don't sing this song at school, Callie, as your teachers will wring off my head for allowing you compose such songs! - Adonis laughed.
- Don't be afraid, daddy, I know more songs, so I can sing others, - the girl winked at her dad.
Yes, Kasanovas were very creative and inclined more or less to the art. Here's little Bryon was true dreamer. He could cloudgaze all day and dream.
The boy liked to draw very much. Almost no one doubted, that Bryon will be a painter, when he'll grow up.
Meanwhile Adonis plunged headlong into work and devoted himself to the programming.
Both Adonis and Alvetta were very pleasantly surprised, that Shirley tries to keep in touch with her daughter. Alvetta really got on well with her mother. Their meetings were filled with warmth and sincerity.
- As you know, my daughter, I have a mental illness and because sometimes I'm being very unstable, it must have been very difficult to live with me to your father, - once Shirley said her daughter. - But your father is a wonderful man, and here you are the miracle, that I and he have created. Nothing could be more wonderful and important than what is called motherhood. I am a single mother, but I never felt so, because I have you, Alvetta.
After the meetings with her mother Alvetta always felt very elevated. She immensely cherished her parents and was glad, that her mother didn't forget her.
Meanwhile Adonis usually returned home from work angry and very tired. He started scold absolutely without any reason, what he was never doing before. As Alvetta usually came to meet him, she always had to listen to all her father's reproaches.
Later usually he was very ashamed.
- Forgive me, daughter, I think I'm already getting old, - Adonis apologized.
- You're working too hard, dad. You don't go anywhere, after all, you can get sick, - said Alvetta. She was really concerned about her father.
- I work only for you, Alvetta.
- Why, dad? We have enough of everything. Think about yourself, please... We don't have another dad, but you only, - Alvetta looked at Adonis eyes.
- You're working too hard, dad. You don't go anywhere, after all, you can get sick, - said Alvetta. She was really concerned about her father.
- I work only for you, Alvetta.
- Why, dad? We have enough of everything. Think about yourself, please... We don't have another dad, but you only, - Alvetta looked at Adonis eyes.
Then Adonis hugged his girl tightly.
- Thank you, my daughter... I'm happy having you.
- We all love and need you, dad... Take care of yourself, please, - Alvetta patted her father's shoulder softly.
- Thank you, my daughter... I'm happy having you.
- We all love and need you, dad... Take care of yourself, please, - Alvetta patted her father's shoulder softly.
Adonis tried not to cry. That minute he swore to himself never again to spill on his children as they were the most precious in the world to him.