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Right, I forgot to buy slippers. "Good morning," I greeted her with a smile. I first took Mom's slippers for her to use in the meanwhile. She has the same size as Mom. I approached her and l put it near her feet. Then I stood up and looked at her. "It's my Mom's slippers. Wear it." Ella Victoria Everette's Point of View

If anything had changed, it was that the paintings on the wall of his room had increased. I walked over to the bed and gently sat there. I just distracted my eyes from looking at his belongings until I saw the small drawer in the corner of his room. I opened it and my attention was caught by the photo album which has two letters A engraved in front of it. I opened it and I don't know what to say.

Daniel was trying to convince him. "Yeah? I don’t wear a tee and sweats everyday with MOMMY TO BE written". Jack said puffing his cheeks… "Okay okay. That’s the issue. How about I change into Dada to be"? Daniel said holding another ray of hope. But again it was to no use. Finally Daniel tried to use the Ace of cards.

I interrupted, my voice cracking, “there must be a mistake.” The lawyer, an older man with emotionless eyes, didn’t even flinch. “No mistake, Miss Nora. Your father left you a letter. He asked that I hand it to you personally.” He pushed a small white envelope across the table. That was it. Fifteen years of loyalty, fifteen years of silent sacrifice, and all I had left was a letter. My fingers trembled as I tore it open. A single sheet of paper. Three words in my father’s handwriting:

Poppy teases, reaching over to brush his hair back from his forehead. He yawns wide enough to show every little tooth, then blinks up at me. “Can I have pancakes?” “Pancakes?” I echo, feigning shock. “That’s a big request for someone who’s barely awake.” He shrugs, eyes already drooping again. “I like making them.” “Yeah,” I whisper, kissing the top of his head. “That’s reason enough, baby.” Poppy watches us, her expression soft but full of something fierce beneath it. “We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?” she asks quietly.

"Dig in!" Felix, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, mumbled a sleepy "Morning, Mom," as he reached for the maple syrup. Luna, always the early riser, greeted me with a bright "Good morning, Mama!" and dug into her cereal. Gina, being only four years old, remained quiet but couldn't help but giggle at the sound of her siblings chatting away.

“Deal or not?” Javier tried not to laugh. “Okay, fine. No pinch, no kiss, no kartoshka, no stealing candy.” He held up three fingers like he was being sworn in. “Just for today. Tomorrow, we renegotiate.” “No,” Poppy cut in quickly. “Today and tomorrow. And… until I’m grown.” “How old is ‘grown’?” I asked. Poppy thought hard. “Twenty-three. Like Mommy when… when…” She glanced at me, remembering something she absolutely shouldn’t mention. “When Mommy had a stupid idea.”

I nodded in agreement as I was wiping away the tears, he was right I needed to have a nice relax before all the stress of the ball as well as my 1st shift later tonight. “Ryder, time for you to leave! Part of my birthday gift has arrived for Aurora and its now girl time!” Poppy said with authority shooing Ryder out of the room. “See you later Aurora.” Ryder shouted just as the door closed. “What have you got planned sneaky one?” I giggled at Poppy.

“Yes, Uncle! Do you know him?” “Of course I do, baby,” Matthew replied with a playful grin. “Alright, here’s the deal. You’ll tell your teacher that your father hasn’t come home yet, so you can’t share his name for now. Got it?” “Yes, Uncle. But... what’s the deal?” Madrid asked eagerly. “I’ll buy you toys at Toy Kingdom and treat you to your favorite sundae with fries! Deal or no deal?” Matthew said, raising a brow. Without hesitation, Madrid burst into a grin. “Deal, Tito! Promise, okay?”

On Halloween, I was preparing the children’s area for the workshop when Mr. Sasagawa appeared, carrying a cardboard box in his botanical garden staff jacket. “Ms. Ono, will these do?” The box was packed with intricately carved miniature pumpkins. “They’re beautiful… Thank you so much.” We began arranging them along the top of the decorated bookshelves. Mr. Sasagawa helped, taking care not to disturb the origami decorations on the wall. Each pumpkin had a single letter carved into it. Placed in order, they spelled: