"Gosh, you're so cute." Sonia's eyes sparkled. Then she lifted and hugged him.
"Too tight, fa…fairy."
"Sorry." Sonia loosened her hold on him. Then he placed him back on the chair and pinched his fluffy cheeks.
"But why do Frey and Freya call you mommey? I don't like it."
"Hmm? Why not?"
"I… I just don't like it," he said.
"That's the only thing you dislike?" She knelt to face him.
"They're loud. Freya kept saying, 'Kyahh, mommey.' Frey kept clinging to you too."
"You don't like loud and clingy people?"
He shook his head. Then he bent forward and fumbled for the cane Sonia gave him the other day.
Sonia watched, as he slipped down the chair before moving the cane in front of him.
'I'm glad he's willing to try the cane. His steps are small. Gosh, he's just so cute. I want to squeeze him.'
