Three years later
Isha
“Mama, mama, Max like me,” Arianna, my almost two-and-a-half-year-old baby girl, came crying to me. I looked over as I picked her up and 4-year-old Max, Ava and Aaron’s son, was running up behind her with a cute little dandelion in his hand.
“Aria, you so pretty, your hair is like honey,” he said, thrusting the flower out towards us. She whimpered and buried her head in my neck.
Max looked so eager, “Hey buddy, Ari is very tired right now. How about I take this, and you go play with Xavier in the sandbox.
“Okay, Auntie Isha.” He threw the flower at me and ran off to play with his best friend.
“What’s wrong baby? You like Max.”
“Yes, he’s pretty,” she whispered.
He was an adorable little boy with his red curly hair and bright green eyes. He was tall for h
