#Chapter309

“You’re my favorite, auntie.” Mia announces sweetly as she rolls out cookie dough on the kitchen table, standing on a chair to reach the surface. She is covered in flour, wearing a little frilly apron over her nightwear but looks so angelic while clumsily doing so that I may die from cuteness overload. Mia knows how to make me feel a whole lot better with just that face.

I have a huge soft spot for her, I guess because she was the first baby in our families, and one I was around a lot as she began to grow. There from day one and spent so much time with...