Before the flash of an eye, it was the weekend. Pearl was brimming with excitement, her tiny feet tapping eagerly on the floor as she stood in the living room. She had been waiting all week for the visit to Damian’s house, carefully selecting her favorite dolls and packing them into her small bag.
“Mummy, I’m ready!” she called from the front door, her voice bright with anticipation.
Melissa, who was still in the kitchen, glanced toward the door, wiping her hands on a towel before stepping outside with a basket of homemade cookies. Her steps faltered slightly as she noticed the large collection of dolls clutched in Pearl’s hands.
“Baby, isn’t that too much?” she asked, her tone soft but with a hint of concern.
“No, mummy. I’ll play with them with Uncle Damian,” Pearl replied, her smal
