"Papa."
"Papa!" Amber repeated as she prodded my cheeks very early in the morning. I woke up to see a jaunty little girl grinning from ear to ear.
"It's morning Papa," She said excitedly, tugging my arm as she urged me to get up.
"Morning Amber," I replied, then turned around to see that we were the only ones in the room.
"Where's Jasmine?" I asked but Amber pouted cutely, crossing her arms in front of her.
I chuckled as I ruffled her hair and rephrased my question.
"Where's Mama?"
Amber smiled and replied enthusiastically, "She's downstairs."
She pulled my arm once again, as she grew impatient, "Papa hurry, everyone is already downstairs having breakfast."
"Alright, alright, I'm coming," I replied before heading off to take a bath.
Once I was done, I noticed that our clothes had been washed and neatly returned,
Amber waited patiently for me, and we finally joined everyone downstairs to grab a bite.
