Ovi's POV
"Ovi, don't you wanna get up baby?" I heard mumma's angelic voice. I smiled, it is the best morning startup of my life. I love it when she makes me wake up.
Due to late night work and tension, I was still feeling sleepy.
"Good morning, princess," she pecked on my face and I returned the smile.
"Good morning, Mumma," I giggled seeing her smiley face. I saw her sitting beside me. I intertwined my arms around her waist. If I say my Mumma is still gorgeous at the age of nearly fifty, None will believe me.
"Ovi, I'm here to talk to you," Mumma sighed and I bounced in the chair breaking the hug.
"Don't start early in the morning, Mumma, I'm not in the mood of fighting with you," I jumped out of the chair avoiding her.
"Ovi, listen to me," Mumma pleaded.
"Mumma, I'm already late
