Willow looked upset. Sniffling, she said,
"I woke up and couldn't see Mommy.
I thought you didn't want me anymore,
Mommy.
I held Willow's hand and brought her to the
living room. She sat down on the couch and couldn't hold back her tears.
As I wiped away Willow's tears, I sald gently,
"It's Mommy's fault.
I wokeup early and wanted to
make breakfast for you,
but I forgot that you will be upset if
you can't see me."
With teary eyes, willow gazed at me
and asked, "Really?"
"Of course! So let's not cry anymore, okay?"
I said.
Willow lightly nodded and stopped crying
Then, she jumped into my arms.
"But Mommy, it's tiring to prepare
breakfast in the morning. I want you to sleep more "
Since someone else was already making
breakfast, I didn't have to do their job. I lightly rubbed Willow's head and said, "That's sweet of you, Willow."
Upon hearing that, Willow smiled shyly.
Now that Willow was cheered up again,
I asked, "Shall we wash up now?"
Willow jumped off the couch and said,
"Let's go "
As Willow walked to the staircase,
she suddenly remembered something.
She paused and then turned around to look at Zane; Zane was looking back at her, too.
After a long silence, Willow said,
"Good morning, Daddy."
Zane's icy expression melted into a smile. He said, "Good morning to you too, Willow."
After hearing Zane's answer, Willow went
upstairs with her hand in mine.
Though Willow was only five years old,
she was very independent. She requested my company, yet she did everything herself from brushing her teeth to washing her face.
She even picked out and changed into
her clothes by herself.
I watched her do everything independently.
Suddenly, I realized she had asked me to help her change into her nightgown last night.
It was probably just because she wanted to
experience what it was like to be pampered by her mother.
After getting changed, Willow approached me and asked, "Mommy, can you tie my hair?"
"Sure."
Hearing my answer
Willow immediately ran to her bedroom and
picked up a box of hair ties.
Then, she ran back to me and gave me the box. I picked out two hair ties from the box and
started to comb her hair.
Willow still had some baby fat. After I braided all her hair, she looked like a princess from a
fairy tale. After I was done, Willow rushed
to the bathroom and gazed at herself in the
mirror. Her jaw dropped.
She said exaggeratingly, "Who's Mommy did
this? She must have delicate hands!"
Willow was good at giving compliments; she was a very sweet girl.
I answered, "It must be Willow's mother."
Willow said proudly, "I thought so, too!"
But Willow wasn't satisfied with only seeing
her reflection in the mirror. Holding my hand,
Willow nushed downstairs to Zane
Zane said, "Hi, Willow."
But before Zane could finish, Willow said,
"Daddy, how did you know that Mominy tied my hair?"
Zane was baffled. But Willow couldn't settle
with showing off to Zane only. She ran up to
others, to tell. Whenever other people greeted her, she could
answer proudly,
"I know, right? Mommy tied my hair very
nicely."
After showing off to every single person,
Willow finally went back to her seat.
I was happy to see how cheerful Willow
seemed. Zane thought it was funny, too
In the past, Willow relased to speak Now that she finally spoke,
it was to show off the hairstyle that her mother did for her. But after returning to the dining
table, Willow became her usual self again.
She was quiet