wearing a bright pink princess dress covered in what I sincerely hope is tomato sauce.
“Abbyyyyyyy! You came!” She pounces on me, wrapping herself around my right thigh like a monkey. Their dog, Ginger, comes sliding around the corner, and I brace for her attack to my other leg.
“Of course I came, goofball. I wouldn’t miss your third birthday party for the world.”
She looks up with wide and impossibly green eyes. “No, I’m four!”
“Silly me. I guess that’s why I got you a present, isn’t it?”
“But you already got me a present.”
Admittedly, I might have gone a little overboard with the giant pink-and-purple castle playhouse I paid the toy store to install in her backyard this past week, but I adore this child, would throw myself in front of a bus for her, hope if I ever have a daughter of my own she will be exactly like my adorable niece.
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