The little girl tugged on her dads shirt her black eyes looking at him. “Dad I made auntie sad I found this and auntie Cait cry and run out.” Holding the picture of her wedding day.

Child Anons || Accepting

“Yeah, Honey. This picture makes Autie Cait sad.” Cisco said with a sad sigh as he bent down to his daughter’s level and pulled her into his lap. “This,” he said, pointing to the man in the picture, “Is Uncle Ronnie. He was a wonderful, selfless man, whom we all loved and still love. He is the reason we call you Ronnie, my dearest Veronica.”