You do not know about your daughter. Bezrukova E.

- Do you have a daughter? -asked the one whom I once loved more than life.

- As you can see, - I grinned in response to an obvious question.

- quickly you were comforted after parting with me. And most importantly, effective.

- Well, do not suffer from you all my life? - I spread my hands.

- I dare to remind you, you left me.

- And who is a happy father? He bent one eyebrow.

You, dear. Only I will never admit it to you. You abandoned me. So, he refused her.

- And we don’t have the dad, ”I answered, taking my daughter’s children's palm, who looked with interest at the novel as with his eyes as his eyes. “She is only my mother’s princess.” Come, bunny, home.