EMILIALily was sprawled across the rug, talking to herself as she played out a scene with her two dolls in a serious argument.“No, you can’t go there,” she said firmly, wagging a tiny finger. “Because I said so."I paused by the kitchen counter, my mug to my lips and a smile on my face as I watched her endearingly.Her hair was a mess of soft curls that refused to be tamed no matter how hard I tried.Lily had my face. Anyone who saw us would know I birthed that amazing but stubborn little girl, but her eyes? They were his.“Lily,” I called.“Yes, Mommy?” she answered without looking up, fully committed to playing out the scene with her dolls, which I was yet to understand.“Shoes. Now."A long, dramatic sigh escaped her. “Why do you always ruin the best part, Mommy?” she whined.“I know, right? Why do I do that?” I replied with a roll of my eyes.That finally got her attention as she looked up just as a giggle escaped her mouth, showing a beautiful gummy smile. “You are funny, Mummy
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