Lily’s point of view

It began like any other morning. I tried to prevent Aiden from running around the house like an over-stimulated squirrel while trying to get him dressed while checking my phone for emails.

Aiden complained, pulling at the navy-blue hoodie I had chosen for him, "Mummy, I don't want to wear this."

I rubbed my face as I was already getting frustrated. "What's the matter? It will keep you warm, and also it looks cute.”

A pout formed on his lips as he crossed his arms. "I don't want to look cute."

I raised my hands in surrender and replied, "All right, anything will do, but it...