||*RILEY*||
I stood over my daughter's crib, shaking the tiny tambourine in my hand, and every time it jiggles, Desha would giggle so heartily. It was past five in the evening, and her cries had caught my attention while in my room, I do not feel the need to return to my room with her for the rest of the evening, so I stayed back in her room instead to play with her until it's time to wash up.
Another jiggling sound from the tiny tambourine had Desha laughing so heartily, and a face flashed in my mind as I watched the merry on her face. The movement of my hand came to a stop as I stared at her face and the way her tiny lips curved up as she laughed.
I've seen that laugh before, that smile, the way her lower lips, moved to the side and her upper lips spread out showing casing her toot
