Being a mother was a full time job.

She knew that, but even so…it was her favorite. Watching her daughter grow, learn, form her own personality, everything. She was already so smart, so beautiful. Her and Vi couldn’t be happier.

It wasn’t always fun, or pleasant, of course. Meltdowns were loud, long, and in some cases, physically exhausting. It hurt to see her hurting so much. But when those passed and the drama had settled…life was good. Very good.

Now was one of those lazy afternoons where she was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and waiting for the sun to set. But the padding of little feet gave her enough warning.

“Darling, is that you? Come out here, please. You know I hate when you sneak” She sighed. She was trouble, just like Vi.