Novel & Cerita Miki Howard Daughter Age

Thankfully, modern technology made it easy to reconnect — and soon, we had our blonde friend joining us over video call. "Girls! I want to join you too!", Mia squealed happily. "I think we'll visit you soon. The guys will have a break from concerts after the New Year, and I can't wait to see you all. I just weaned Yara off breastfeeding a couple of days ago, and I really want to celebrate it properly!", the blonde said enthusiastically. Mia and Konrad have two beautiful daughters. The older one, Zlata, is five years old, and the younger one, Yarina, is just under a year and a half.

She then sighed and sat down on the ground before the gravestone. “Miki. I’m here.” Yuri was silent as she thought about the memories that she had shared with Miki. The times when they were both kids, when Miki was over at her house nearly every single day because her brothers were always at each other’s throats back then. That was after her father had passed away due to health complications. * * * * May 1999 Singapore

"Ooh so when Mikaella wants something, it's a yes but when I want to stay single all my life you want me to kidnap my ex? Yeah thanks mom and dad for the support" They all rolled their eyes, Mikaella ignoring her brother's tantrums. It was times like this that she forgot that Gus was two years younger and yet acted like a seven year old. Like her seven year old son.

< Four Years Later > “Mimi!” I immediately stopped what I was doing, took off the mask without hesitation, and turned around. A little girl ran in my direction and hugged my waist when she reached me. “I miss you!” she said while giggling. It was Tanya, Tara’s daughter. I let out a deep sigh and then removed the gloves. “What are you doing here, little one?” I asked as I lowered down my body to level her height. “Mimi is doing dirty work; wouldn’t you mind if you caught that dirt?” she immediately shrugged.

*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- "Two weeks, Mimi. Dad said that if there will be no changes in her health, they will... They will... She won't come back here anymore. Ever. I don't want it, Mimi. Isn't she too young to die? She is not even eighteen yet. Maybe she needs more time." My little brother cried in the arms of our nanny, and I felt like lightning struck me when I heard his news from our father.

The cloudiness on his face eased a little as he remembered his children. “I have one son and one daughter.” “Is he the same age as our mommy?” Mike again looked curious. “Yes yes, they are the same age. My son is a few years older than Miss Willmer. What’s wrong?” Oscar felt Mike’s gaze turn thoughtful. “Oh, nothing.” Mike just shook his head slightly. He turned to Mika and said, “Do you want to see my latest game?” It was a gesture to leave everyone behind. There was something to talk about between them that no one else should hear.

Mia smiled brightly. "Yeah, our daughter is already 25 years old, and tomorrow she's getting married, so she is already a big girl." Mia's mother happily said. "But for me, my daughter will always be my little princess, even if she is 25 or 50 years old." Mia's father patted Mia's hands softly. "But from tomorrow, she will be someone else's queen." Mia's mother teased her father. They laughed loudly; seeing them happy, Mia thanked the lord again for giving her a chance to make up for her past life mistakes. However, she would protect them and not spare that bitch Shopia.

I said to her as I approached her and scooped her into my arms, brushing her strawberry blonde hair from her face. In spite of the fact that Mikaylea was only five years old, nothing flew past her. After placing her in a regular preschool, we were surprised to discover that she was already exceeding every child her age. The sound of laughter reverberated throughout the hallway as Daunte and Hector walked into the kitchen, and I placed Mikaylea in her high chair. "You know that I won," Daunte laughed as he approached me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me. "Uncle Hector, you hit Daddy," Mikaylea exclaimed, pointing her little finger at Hector.

“And the youngest is Stefan.” I smiled. It was obvious that her sons made her proud, but what about her daughter? She had yet to point her out. “You said you had a daughter.” I looked at Sophia, seeing her already scanning the crowd, finally pointing to a younger version of herself. The girl was about fourteen and danced jovially around the fire, her black hair whipping around her in the wind. “Her name is Mirella,” Sophia said, smiling at her. She turned back to me. “She is very happy you are in the family. She is tired of being the only girl.”

They bring their head up. “Hello Luna, my name is Rico, and I am 10 years old; I’m also the oldest of all the children here; this is Leah, Ava, Angel, Rachel, Emerald and Emeralda, Zendaya, Orion, Max, Sammy, Henry, Jasper and finally Mia she is a year old. There is Brandon, but he is mute and usually stays on his own,” he said. These kids are so polite and respectful; nobody has ever respected me like this; they are all well brought up. But I was kind of worried for the kid, Brandon.