NINA
“Seth…stop!”
I was breathless. Majorly because I was lying flat on the ground tackling a young, surprisingly strong Seth. The battle was for an invaluable prize; a cookie dough.
“You will get some when…I am…done…cooking!”
I made a sudden movement to the side and knocked him off me. He softly groaned before attempting to pounce back on me. I shoved him off and used the kitchen table to support myself standing up. My torso was on fire; that kid was too heavy for his age.
“When I am done, you can have the cookie dough!”
He giggled before straightening his length and dashing towards me. I stretched my right arm into the air, furthering the cookie dough from his reach. I used my left arm to push down his head. I recall the feeling at that very moment. My heart was beating fast, my
