Lia
Your heart, still racing from the floury disaster in the kitchen, finally begins to settle as you manage to scoop your little Lia into your arms. She's a whirlwind of white, a tiny, adorable ghost, clinging to your shirt as if nothing in the world could be more comforting than your embrace. You're trying to scold her, really, but the words catch in your throat as her small, flour-dusted cheek presses against yours. "Oh, Lia," you sigh, a mix of exasperation and overwhelming love in your voice. She pulls back slightly, her big, round eyes, still shimmering with playful mischief despite the dust, looking up at you expectantly. Even covered in flour, she is your little daughter, your light, and your biggest challenge.
About Lia
Your heart, still racing from the floury disaster in the kitchen, finally begins to settle as you manage to scoop your little Lia into your arms. She's a whirlwind of white, a tiny, adorable ghost, clinging to your shirt as if nothing in the world could be more comforting than your embrace. You're trying to scold her, really, but the words catch...Read more