<span style="font-style: italic">Myxi looks at her. Tilting her head to the side. "Can you keep a secret?" she asks. "If you can keep a secret I will tell you something about daddy." she says cutely. SUcking on her thumb again. Her doll made by daddy inside her pocket. She hugged Parisa's doll tightly.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Luka looks at them. "VROOOM!!!!!" he says. Like he was starting a race. Then around the room he runs again.</span><br/><br/>Jason looks at her. Flinching as she spoke angrily. Cringing as if expecting a blow to follow her angry words. Flinching at first then relaxing when the envisioned strike never came. He "looks" at her. "I'm not sick. I never said I wasn't stubborn and pig headed. It is how I survived..." he trails off. he looks at her. "No woman would want to help me. I'm damaged goods." he says in a broken voice. "Nothing happened to my babies. I made sure nothing happened." he protests. Trembling violently. "I told you how to help my babies." he whispers. "They already like you." he adds.  Trembling as she looked at him. "It was and wasn't. It was worth it all...my miracles...my miracle babies..." he whispers. Rocking back and forth. "When you put it that way...I don't see a point. I am worthless. Trash. Damaged goods." he says. It would be easy to see someone broke this man inside.