Freya.
"
"Mommy?"
I was busy preparing breakfast, humming softly, my mind filled with fleeting figments of imagination when soft, tiny hands hugged my bare legs, bringing warmth and love to my heart.
Her little sweet voice stroked my ears like a well-crafted melody, bringing a smile to my lips.
" How is my little princess this morning?" I asked, kneeling to her level as I kissed her cheeks, desperate to express the swelling amounts of love that I had for her.
" I am fine, mommy! And how are you, beautiful? "She grinned cheekily, pinching my cheeks as she tried to peck my lips.
" You cheeky little thing!" I pouted, scooping her and bringing her in for a tight hug. The rhythmic pounding of her little heart was like sweet magic, bringing joy and peace to my obviously dull and dark
