Ivonne’s POV

“Here comes my beautiful daughter,” she announced, arms spread wide and a nice blue flower patterned dress hugging her figure. Her eyes were shining with life and color in her cheeks.

“I’m your only daughter,” I muttered in fake argument and she snorted, beckoning me with her fingers towards where she stood in front of her bed.

“I know,” she chuckled and hummed as I placed myself in her arms and she wrapped me in an embrace, tapping my back comfortingly.

“Which is why you are beautiful.”

“Because I’m your daughter,” I chuckled at what she was trying to imply. “I inherited all your beauty.”

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