The brother gobbled up the Spaghetti ala Vongole di Veraci supper in a record time leaving her twirling and twisting the pasta onto the spoon ever so collectedly. I could almost hear what was coming, the way I could see the rise and fall of her eyebrows. She does that when she gets down there, deep in her thought, ready to shoot me with her hotter-than-the-sun questions.
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I was kind of not waiting, but nervously anticipating a question I can answer easily or run away from speedily.
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Kitreena: “Are you happy, Mom?”
Mommy: *stops breathing for 8.2571 seconds as her heart skips 2.272 beats*
Kitreena: “Mom? Did you hear me?”
Mommy: “Well, I kinda did.”
Kitreena: “So? What did I just ask you?”
Mommy: “I don’t know, what did you just ask me?”
Kitreena: “Are you happy?”
Mommy: “Happy with what?”
Kitreena: “Happy with what you’re doing?”
Mommy: “What am I doing?”
Kitreena: “You know… being a mom.”
Mommy: *smiles and is about to give the most honest answer but decides to remain smiling*
Kitreena: “I mean, are you happy taking care of me and Edrick?”
Mommy: *fakes a frown* “Of course I’m happy to be with you two. Why did you ask?”
Kitreena: “Because you don’t look like you’re happy.”
Mommy: *sits with her daughter wrapping an arm around her* “Are you happy, Monch?”
Kitreena: “I’m happy when I’m with you, Mom.”
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The rest of the conversation didn’t really matter anymore. My heart was warmer than the sun on its Summer Solstice Day.
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Questa è Enida 