Felicia
At two and a half years old, my six children had become a whirlwind of energy, laughter, and endless chaos.
Our days were never quiet. The moment they woke up, the house turned into a playground of tiny feet running in every direction. I had learned to expect the unexpected.
One morning I walked into the living room and found total disaster. Kade, my little troublemaker, had climbed onto the couch and was throwing cushions across the room like they were balls. He giggled loudly every time one landed with a thud.
“Kade! Get down from there!” I called, trying to sound strict but failing because I was laughing.
Kai, ever the protector, stood in front of me with his little arms crossed. “Bad Kade! No throw!”
Kian was calmly sitting in the corner, stacking blocks like nothing was
