Five Years Later
"Mommy! Mommy, wake up! Leo is eating the glitter again!"
My eyes flew open. Sunlight was streaming through the sheer curtains of the penthouse apartment, but the peaceful morning was shattered by the sound of my five-year-old daughter, Lilian. I groaned, sitting up and pushing my messy dark hair out of my face.
"Lili, tell your brother that glitter is for necklaces, not for breakfast."
"I tried," She chirped, climbing onto the bed, pushing back her dark hair, and her bright, curious eyes were fixed on me. "But he says he wants to sparkle from the inside."
I laughed, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her into a tickle hug, and shrieked with laughter, a sound that I live for.
"Alright, alright, I'm up," I said, kissing her cheek because if I stay in bad any minu
