"Yiingconnnn...mommy yingconnn..." She meant Lincoln, she got it watching the Loud House. We tried many times to tell her it's not my name but Mom said let her be, she'll understand when she grows up.
"Oh my little monkey. Well, how are you?," I scooped her up and lift her in front of me. She giggled and smiled. A bright genuine one I won't ever get tired of seeing. And I wish she'd never grow so she can stay a baby all the time. I call her my anti-depressant. And it greatly works more than the medications I've ever been.
"Where's mommy? Why are you here alone?" She seems playing by herself in the living room and I didn't even notice her.
Then I heard a shout in the kitchen, "I'm here, honey. Preparing our meal. Get your bag in your room and come down for dinner. "
"Roger Mom." Then I
