The Professor
Isaac A. Morton.
Philosophy, Latin.

"Papa, what’s this? Is this you and Daddy?" January asks, reached on her tip-toes to take a photograph from the too-tall desk. Despite how much she’s grown, the frame is just out of her reach.

"Mhmm," Isaac replies as he fusses through his curls, finding a small, bright pink clip attached to him. The girl returns to his side, picture frame held in both hands. "That, my darling, is your Daddy and I on our wedding day."

"You two look really happy, Papa," she beams, staying still as Isaac begins to  re-place the clips into her hair.

"…I know, Janie. And you know what? We’re still as happy together as we were on that day."

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