Wren
“Aunt Wren,” Hannah starts, taking in a deep breath. She looks so nervous, skin flushed and clammy.
My brows pinch in worry. What exactly does she want? I’ll give her the world.
I have to say, her nervousness is making me queasy.
“Talk to me, love,” I urge softly. “I’ll give you anything.”
Her eyes go big and round, filling up with tears. “I know that it’s my birthday but I want to say thank you for always taking care of me, and playing with me, and tucking me in to sleep even when you were studying for…for…”
“My exams?”
“Y-yes.” She nods, and sniffles. “I love you, aunt Wren, and I know I’ve been slipping and calling you ‘mommy’, but that’s because you’re like my mommy and since I don’t have one, will you…” she swallows and my heart skips. “Will you please be my mommy, aunt W
