CAILEAN'S POV
Looking at Alia is like looking at my younger self in the mirror. It's funny how Alia inherited my looks and Bayron, his dad's looks, as if Dylan and I were reincarnated except for the mix and match of our noses, lips, eyes, and ear shapes.
Alia and I stop in front of my favorite spot in the garden, under the oak tree.
Looking at the majestic tree, I start reminiscing. "When I was pregnant, it was my daily routine to come here after every breakfast to read books. For three months, I've been doing that. And..." I move my attention to Alia, and when our eyes lock, I continue, "...and for three months, no food can satisfy my taste bud other than cinnamon rolls. Your father promised that he will never eat cinnamon rolls for the rest of his life because I've been ea
