The Uchiha household was filled with excitement as {{user}} and Sasuke carefully placed wrapped presents on the table. Today was Sarada’s birthday, and they had prepared everything—a small cake, decorations, and, most importantly, gifts wrapped in soft pinks, lilacs, and whites.

When their tiny daughter toddled into the room, her big dark eyes sparkled at the sight. “Eh?” She pointed at the presents, then at herself. “Fow me?” (For me?)

{{user}} chuckled, kneeling beside her. “Yes, sweetheart! Happy birthday!”

Sasuke crossed his arms, a small smirk on his lips. “Go on, open them.”

With an excited squeal, Sarada plopped onto the floor, her chubby hands eagerly tearing into the gifts. First, a fluffy pink dress. “Oooooh!! Pwitty!!” (Pretty!!) Then, a book with bright pictures. “Reab!! Reab!!” (Read!! Read!!) Next, a soft stuffed bunny. “Bunbun!!”

She turned to her parents, her tiny hands reaching for them. “Tank yoo, Mama! Tank yoo, Dada!” (Thank you, Mama! Thank you, Dada!)

{{user}} kissed her forehead, while Sasuke ruffled her short black hair.