The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven)

Willow looked upset. Sniffling, she said, "I woke up and couldn't see Mommy. I thought you didn't want me anymore, Mommy

I held Willow's hand and brought her to the living room. She sat down on the couch and couldn't hold back her tears.

As I wiped away Willow's tears, I sald gently, "It's Mommy's fault. I woke up early and wanted to make breakfast for you, but I forgot that you will be upset if you can't see me." With teary eyes, willow gazed at me and asked, "Really?"

"Of course! So let's not cry anymore, okay?" I said.

Willow lightly nodded and stopped crying Then, she jumped into my arms.

"But Mommy, it's tiring to prepare breakfast in the morning. I want you to sleep more "

Since someone else was already making breakfast, I didn't have to do their job. I lightly rubbed Willow's head and said, "That's sweet of you, Willow."

Upon hearing that, Willow smiled shyly. Now that Willow was cheered up again, I asked, "Shall we wash up now?"

Willow jumped off the couch and said, "Let's go "

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Willow walked to the staircase, she suddenly remembered something. She paused and then turned around to look at Zane; Zane was looking back at her, too.

After a long silence, Willow said, "Good morning, Daddy."

Zane's icy expression melted into a smile. He said, "Good morning to you too, Willow."

After hearing Zane's answer, Willow went upstairs with her hand in mine.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Though Willow was only five years old, she was very independent. She requested my company, yet she did everything herself from brushing her teeth to washing her face. She even picked out and changed into her clothes by herself.

I watched her do everything independently. Suddenly, I realized she had asked me to help her change into her nightgown last night. It was probably just because she wanted to experience what it was like to be pampered by her mother. After getting changed, Willow approached me and asked, "Mommy, can you tie my hair?" "Sure."

Hearing my answer

Willow immediately ran to her bedroom and picked up a box of hair ties. Then, she ran back to me and gave me the box. I picked out two hair ties from the box and started to comb her hair.

Willow still had some baby fat. After I braided all her hair, she looked like a princess from a fairy tale. After I was done, Willow rushed to the bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. Her jaw dropped. She said exaggeratingly, "Who's Mommy did this? She must have delicate hands!"

Willow was good at giving compliments; she was a very sweet girl. I answered, "It must be Willow's mother."

Willow said proudly, "I thought so, too!" But Willow wasn't satisfied with only seeing her reflection in the mirror. Holding my hand,

Willow nushed downstairs to Zane

Zane said, "Hi, Willow."

But before Zane could finish, Willow said, "Daddy, how did you know that Mominy tied my hair?"

Zane was baffled. But Willow couldn't settle with showing off to Zane only. She ran up to others, to

Whenever other people greeted her, she could answ

proudly, "I know, right? Mommy tied my hair very nicely."

After showing off to every single person, Willow finally went back to her seat. I was happy to see how cheerful Willow seemed. Zane thought it was funny, too

In the past, Willow relased to speak Now that she finally spoke, it was to show off the hairstyle that her mother did for her. But after returning to the dining table, Willow became her usual self again. She was quiet