SABRINA
five years later...
Our little brownish-red haired daughter dances around at the end of our oversized bed, waiting not so patiently for me to get up for breakfast.
"Dye voosh ka, go tell Papa to put chocolate chips in our pancakes."
Her bright blue eyes grow wide at my request. "You're not supposed to have chocolate in the morning, Momma!"
Cocking my eyebrow, I sit up and question her, "Says who?"
"You always tell me no!" she retorts sassily with her hand resting on her hip. She's like a mini version of me but full of her father's bossy attitude all stuffed into a nightgown with princesses on the front.
"That's different, Brenna. I say nyet because you like to ask every day for a month straight. Right now, Momma wants them because she has a baby in her belly."
"You don't lo
