As the apartment door swung open, little Zami dashed to the door with excitement, her small feet pattering against the wooden floor. She beelined straight to her grandpa, throwing her tiny arms around his leg and hugging him tightly. "Welcome back, Gweat Gwandpa!" Her words were soft and slightly unclear—still marked by the struggles of a child learning to speak.
Mira's grandpa chuckled warmly, bending down to lift his great granddaughter into his arms. "Oh, my precious girl! Happy Birthday!" he said, his voice filled with affection.
Zami's face lit up with delight, her eyes twinkling like stars. "Thank you berry much, Gweat Gwandpa!" she exclaimed, her words stumbling adorably over each other. Her grandpa reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a gift wrapped in shiny pink paper. Instantly, Zami's giggles turned to excited squeals as she bounced in his arms. "Yay! 'Nother gift!" she cheered, her joy bubbling over.
