Amanda said the same thing every year but she had to say it again: time flies! She couldn’t believe her eyes as she looked at the photographs that Rico had taken of the girls. They were growing up so beautifully. They looked so much alike too, yet different. Elia had Amanda’s hair colour and green eyes, but was more of Niels’ complexion. Emi, on the other hand, seemed to share most of Niels’ traits: the blue eyes and the dark hair, but had inherited that olive skin tone from her Italian genes.
They were beautiful. Two beautiful little miracles. One born perfectly healthy and the other with a will to survive despite the odds against her. Even now, she was running around in the park, enjoying the spring weather. Amanda had a feeling that her brand new dress, purchased specifically for photographs, would be ruined, but Elia was happy today. Her eyes had that sparkle and her smile couldn’t be any wider. As usual, Amanda felt inclined to lift her baby girl into her arms and force her to rest so she wouldn’t overdo herself, but Niels kept assuring that she was fine. Emi spent the entire day reminding them that she would be double-digits next year. Amanda didn’t want to think about it. She still pictured that little baby girl with the chubby cheeks and the wide, inquisitive eyes. Not this growing tween that was obviously excited to become older. “Can I have a birthday party next year?” Emi asked. “Please? And with a shirt that doesn't say 8?” She grinned. Amanda grinned. “Never too old for those puppy eyes, I see,” she said. Emi giggled and shook her head. “Of course we can,” she said. “What better a way to celebrate.”
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August 2017
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