<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;"><span style="color: blue">Parisa</span> &amp; <span style="color: #80FFFF">Isa</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>Parisa listened to Jason's words he was not a bad father just a man who had run into bad times, and he resented women for what his ex-wife did to him. She could understand that she stayed silent as she watched him into the other room. Hearing his words Isa turned to Parisa not needing words to ask Parisa nodded with a soft smile. And with that ventured off further into the house to her room. Isa responded quickly "It is not a problem Jason" she said her tone cheerful. She was quickly in the room opening the dark cherry wood dresser, which was filled with many different clothes of different colors. Isa laid a few on the bed and told him in which order she left them, "I hope you don't mind but I left a set for you as well" she said finally. "oh and the house is an egg shell white I believe, and I am more then sure that you would defend your children against anything" she said her tone light. "Is there anything else I can help with?" she said. Parisa stood by her small dresser her fingers tracing the lines of a photo that laid in its frame. It held a picture of herself and her parents so many dark secrets this house held. She sighed and placed the picture face down a small tendril fell from her face her hand reaching for it placing it behind her ear once again.