“Mommy! What are you staring at?” Ava asks me.
I looked at her. Maybe I got lost from my own thoughts for a long time that I didn’t notice the cake that I baked for my husband was now turn into a half because the other half is now on my daughter’s hand.
“I just remembered something, sweetheart,”
“What is it, mommy?” her cute eyes were sparkling and looking eager to answer her question.
I wiped the icing on her tiny hand. “The day that I married your daddy.”
“Okay, mommy! I want to eat more cake! Ava wants more, mommy! More cake!”
I pinched her chubby cheeks. “But we need daddy to blow the candle of this cake first because it is his.”
My daughter becomes silent for a moment before she smiled and said, “Alright, mommy! Ava will wait until then!”
I laughed and kissed her. She’s too adorable for her own good. She really has her aunt’s Yesha’s naughtiness even though
