Anastasia
I wore my new tomboyish attire with a hoodie just to make myself feel invisible in the whole school. Putting a huge nerdy glass, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My baby was giggling to see me in glasses, must be seemed like a joker to her. I beamed to myself in the mirror as wore gloves in my hands.
Turning toward Emma, I held her chubby cheeks, saying, "Your mommy is going for a mission. Wish me luck, okay?" She mumbled something coherent while forming bubbles with her saliva. I groaned before I took her napkin to wipe her mouth. I said in a stern tone, "Don't do this." She gave me a sad pout.
As much as I like to see her doing cute things, I need to teach her to behave even in her one-year-old self.
Sighing, I kissed her cheeks, mumbling softly, "I will be going
