Nicole’s POV
I gently brushed Mia’s hair while humming a poem. Mia loved it when I brushed her hair, unlike Amy that liked to brush her hair herself. Not that she did a great job brushing it properly. I would swoop in to the finishing touches.
“Mummy can we play in the garden today?” Danny asked. “I want a pet butterfly,” he cooed.
“Yes mummy please,” Mia and Amy chorused.
I rolled my eyes in amusement. “I will think about it. But it’s a no for the pet butterfly.”
“Why?” Danny made a sad pout.
“Because you cannot take care of a pet. And butterflies are not pets, they deserve to be free,” I replied as I put the brush down on the bathroom counter.
Mia sprinted back to the room to rejoin her siblings.
“But I want one,” he insisted.
The last time he cried about a pet, I let him
