EPILOGUE: RISHA
“M
ommy- Mommy- lookit!”
Bending down to scoop Tyler into my arms, I smiled widely as he shoved his drawing in my face. His excitement pulled a laugh from me, and I nodded even though I couldn’t really see what he’d drawn. The smell of crayons invaded my nostrils, and with my free hand I gently took the page from his chubby, little fingers.
“It’s amazing, sweetie. Did you draw that with Lucy?” My probing earned me a giggle and a nod, and I hoisted my boy higher on my hip. “I’m so glad you had fun.”
“We deco-racted Auntie Nattie’s kitch-ten for her!” Grinning at the mental image that flourished in my mind’s eye, I set the paper on the counter. Running my hand through Tyler’s cute, loose curls, my smile only grew when he immediately shook his head to undo my work. “Stop!
