Mathilda
I grinned as they slapped hands for the recognition.
A soft giggle caught my attention as a little girl jumped out from behind a tower of straws. She wore a dress identical to mine, they all were, but she wore a flower crown on top of her wimple. She ran with her arms opened, and I extended mine as she moved closer. I could smell lilac, freesia, and honeysuckle, her favorite, as we tightly embraced.
“How are you my little peanut?” I asked as I carried her.
Her hands danced that translated to, I am fine. She again giggled as I gently poked her nose with mine. A motion we always shared to show our affection.