"And the bunnies ran to their mother, apologising for their misdeeds, and they all held each other, and went to sleep."
I yawned, closing the bright yellow storybook and placing it on the nearby shelf. Anya shuffled sleepily in her bed, eyes half-lidded as she looked at me.
"Julie?" She mumbled, "Do you miss your mommy?"
"Yeah, I do," I sighed, "Do you?"
She shrugged, "I don't remember my mommy. But... I always hear my classmates talk about their mums. I see them come to pick them up from kindergarten."
"And... How does that make you feel?"
She shrugged, "I don't feel like I'm missing anything. I have daddy... And now I have you."
I raised a brow, surprised at her answer. "But, aren't you curious to know what if feels like to have a mom?"
She shook her head, "I was. But you're like my mommy now! You pick me up from kindergarten, you make me delicious food, you help me with homework... It's the same thing, right?"