Maya’s eyes widened in surprise, and she ran to the gazebo excitedly when she saw the different kinds of pastries served on the table. She remained standing in the middle, her mouth in O, as she gaped at them like she was seeing paradise.
Shelly and Sophie feasted their eyes on the pastries for a while, but they started picking their favorites. Maya ran to them, doing the same thing.
I sat and watched the girls compare which bread or flavor tasted better, and then the twins and Maya walked in my direction.
“This is the best!” Sophie exclaimed, sitting beside me and giving me a strawberry tart. She had the same bread in her hand.
“Oh, thank you,” I accepted it and started biting the pastry, waiting for Shelly. She had wanted to tell me about what they found in their mother’s things t
