“Auntie Vivian, catch me if you can!” she shrieked in delight, her voice high-pitched and filled with pure, unfiltered glee. She was fast—too fast for someone as exhausted as Vivian, who was only moments ago still curled up on the couch, resting.
Vivian exhaled heavily, shaking her head with an amused yet defeated smile. She had been woken up not by the gentle rays of the sun but by an excited little girl who practically vibrated with enthusiasm the moment she spotted her.
Barefoot and dressed in a loose white top and a pair of comfortable sweatpants, Vivian was struggling to keep up. Her body, though strong, wasn’t as agile as it used to be, and with every step she took, she could feel the weight of her growing belly slowing her down. Strands of hair had come loose from her messy ponyt
