“How's my godson and my beautiful bestfriend?” I heard a voice from the door that made me looked at the direction. I saw a woman holding a basket of fruits while flashing her bright smile.
“Danica”, the words naturally came out of my mouth as I waved at her in a quietly manner fearing that my baby would wake up.
“Hiiiii”, she dragged her words and excitedly looked at my baby. I saw her eyes twinkling as she gave the basket on me and brought her face near my baby. She looked like memorizing the baby's every corner of face. I heard my little son sob a little bit while laying on his small bed. I tapped gently his thighs to comfort and give assurance that I am still here. “You are scaring him”, I blatantly told her making her face bitterly put enough space to us. I lifted and carry my baby
