"Ace, stop!" I scream when I saw Ace holding the mantle of the table. She looks at me and smiles as if teasing. She looks cute because of the hair that her uncle Dale combed. But I don't see his cute face now but his grumpy face like his uncle Dylan when he teased us when we were kids. She’s one year and five months already and is so restless that you think she's always drunk energy drinks.

“Don’t do that!” I shouted and held my breath looking at her. She was standing next to the table where there were five fragile ninja figurines. When she grabs it they will...