GIANNA
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After a long day at work, I finally returned to my apartment. As soon as I opened the door, I heard a set of feet running toward it.
I knew it was Oliver even before I saw him. His sister was becoming nonchalant as the days went by and was beginning to think she was better than receiving or giving affection.
“Mommy!” He rushed toward me and I had to hold the cake tightly so it wouldn’t fall when he hugged my legs.
“My babyyy,” I cooed. “What have you been up to?”
He pulled away and looked up at me. “Nanny Stella was making us finish our holiday homework. I'm so tired.” He let out an exaggerated sigh and that was when he saw the box in my hand. His eyes lit up. “Is that a cake? Is it my birthday?”
I chuckled and ruffled his hair with my free hand. “You and your sister have
