We were in the taxi on the way to school. Elise said something to me in annoyance, love (maybe) but not anger.
Her single word made me nameless. Could be anyone.
Isn’t.
It defines her as much as me and us.
There are 8 billion people in world. An incomprehensible number.
But she it only says it to me.
No. One. Else.
Dad.