Sarah’s Refusal
When the gathering was in full swing, Sarah flat-out refused to step outside. “I don’t want to go out,” she insisted, shaking her head when Emily tried to coax her. Her absence didn’t go unnoticed—family members cast curious looks, sensing the tension. Emily and I exchanged glances of concern, but for me, Sarah’s refusal spoke volumes. Whatever was making her so uncomfortable around her cousins, it wasn’t trivial. It demanded my full attention.
Sarah’s Refusal
Bonding with Sarah
After the guests left, I decided to spend some quiet time with Sarah. “Want to do some drawing?” I offered, settling beside her. Her face brightened for a moment, but then her expression dimmed. “What if my things go missing again?” she asked softly. My chest tightened at her words. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure they don’t. I’m here,” I reassured her. That tender moment reminded me of my most important role—not just as her father, but as her protector, ensuring she felt safe in her own space.
Bonding With Sarah
