Kage:
Many Years Ago:
"Mommy! Look what I made," I held up a paper airplane as my mother stepped out of the kitchen to take a peek. Her warm smile enveloped me with love and appreciation.
"Look at you, my beautiful three-year-old, so talented," she said, smiling as she approached and gently kissed my cheek.
"I get it from you, right?" I lifted my head, echoing her words she'd often said before. I didn't know about my father or any other family member. My family was my mother and I couldn't ask for more as she was all I ever needed.
"Yes, my sweet love, you inherited it from me," my mother ran her hand through my hair, guiding me gently. She was always so sweet, showering me with the kindest words.
"Are we going to the carnival next week?" I lowered my face to draw some hearts on my
