una noche larga
Since a while ago, they were silent in each other's arms, lost in their own thoughts. Cursing each other's mistakes.
Aletta, still sobbing in her father's arms.
"Daddy shouldn't have screamed!" Aksa said, her eyes staring straight at the door, her eyes flashing such great regret. Her hands, moving regularly to brush Aletta's hair that fell down her back.
"Letta shouldn't have bitten Daddy either!" Aletta softly raised her face.
At this time, Aletta sat leaning on Aksa's chest, her hands still wrapped around Aksa's neck, but not as tight as before, and her crying had started to subside when she felt Aksa's big hand stroking her hair.
Aksa shifted her gaze from the door to her chest, where Aletta was.
"I'm sorry dad!" said the little girl sincerely.
Aksa nodded wordlessly, she quickly hugged Aletta's head back in her chest with her right hand still rubbing Aletta's head and back.