“She called me Michael not Mikey,” I whispered. The rest of the morning and into the early afternoon I merely continued my day with typical weekend stuff. Usually, I find the monotony of such things soul-crushingly dull, but I needed time to think anyway, so for once, I didn’t mind. Around 1:30 in the afternoon, feeling a minor sense of accomplishment for scratching off some of the low hanging fruit from my wife’s ‘honey do’ list, I decided it was time to talk to Chani. After all, I was expecting my wife to be home in a couple of hours; I couldn’t put it off any longer. Even if I hadn’t already known that my daughter was holed up in her room, I would have had little trouble locating her. The music reverberating down the hallway made it easy to identify her whereabouts. After a quick knock, Chani lowered the volume and responded with a friendly, “Come in, dad.” “Afternoon, sweetheart.”, I said entering her room and looking around. “What’ya working on?” Chani’s room was typical, I imagine, for a girl her age and socioeconomic status. A desk asian sat against one wall, cluttered with papers, a few keepsakes and the fancy purple Bluetooth speaker she got for her birthday earlier in the year. Space next to her window was occupied by a tall bookcase. There were a few books, but mostly it was adorned with decorations, japanese along with a few old toys and stuffed animals. At one time they were prized possessions, too dear to be hidden away in storage. I suspected that now they were just familiar fixtures on their voyeur respective shelves and would remain there until space was needed for something new. Her closet door was open, and the light was on. Larger than a “normal” closet, but smaller than a walk-in, it was completely full. This child did not want for clothes. Though I only ventured a quick glance something caught my eye and my suspicions from earlier in the day were confirmed. There, in the back of the closet, I saw a couple open totes. Usually said totes, three or four of them in all, were stacked neatly, keeping safe and dry an assortment of childhood memorabilia, things that Chani may want to one day show her own children. Favorite toys, old amateur art projects and even some articles of clothing were kept therein. Clothing like the t-shirt and panties, proudly printed with colorful representations with some of Chani’s childhood heroes, that she wore this morning while watching TV. My thoughts returned to the image from earlier in the day, that of Chani’s glorious backside covered in smooth fabric stretched to be nearly transparent. “Dad!?”, I was brought out of my reverie by my daughter’s voice. public I turned to face her, seeing her sitting on her bed surrounded by books and papers, and blinked as my thoughts returned to the present. “I said,” she continued with just the sliest hint of annoyance at having to repeat herself, “that I just finished up my history homework and was taking a little break before I began memorizing my lines for drama. How about you?” “Nothing as exciting as homework,” I responded. “Your mother just had a few chores for me to do. Actually, though, I was hoping we could talk for a couple minutes.” I felt a total overload. "Hey, you didn't deny it. I’d like to speak with the others now.” It japanese sounded like Isran, probably thinking I was public being killed by the vampiress. 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