Patricia looked at the little girl amused. This was the fifth time she was demanding her favourite fruit.
“Granny Buberly"
“Blueberry. Say Blue-be-rry"
“Bu-ber-ly”
The grandmother chuckled softy “You will get it right don’t worry”
Patricia debated internally. She wanted to talk to her daughter but didn’t know how to approach the topic.
These kids clearly looked like Danika.
However she was acting like she wasn’t aware.
Had she been aware she would have mentioned it and talked nonstop about how crazy that was.
Patricia also knew her daughter was smart, she knew she shared similarities with her children but was acting oblivious.
As a mother she knew her daughter. She understood her. She knew that Danika was scared.
“Mom!”
“Yes!”
“Come. We done”
Danika and Ian Junior were in
