Of course, it wasn't totally up to her to decide what to do.
"Mother!" She was startled to hear her 4-year-old daughter's little voice behind her call, and upon cautiously turning, she saw that it was her.
Olivia yelled, "Ada."
To which she said, "No, mom. The lovely young lady remarked to Olivia, I just wanted to offer you this," as she handed her the brilliant flower petal in her palm. Her little lips and huge eyes smiled brightly.
One of Olivia's favorite qualities about Ada was how much she resembled her. What a shame she isn't a male.
I said, "Did you get this for me?" Smiling, Olivia questioned as she took the leave from her. The way she looked so radiantly lovely when she smiled was deceptive. No one would ever guess that she had even a trace of irritability.
She leaned forwar
