Ivonne's POV
"Here comes my beautiful daughter," she announced, arms spread wide and a nice blue flower patterned dress hugging her figure. Her eyes were shining with life and color in her cheeks.
"I'm your only daughter," I muttered in fake argument and she snorted, beckoning me with her fingers towards where she stood in front of her bed.
"I know," she chuckled and hummed as I placed myself in her arms and she wrapped me in an embrace, tapping my back comfortingly.
"Which is why you are beautiful."
"Because I'm your daughter," I chuckled at what she was trying to imply. "I inherited all your beauty."
"And I couldn't have it any other way," she joined me in a laugh as she released me to peer at my face as if accessing my facial features. "You look beautiful and radiant."
"I know," I winked at her and did a mini dance with soft movements of my shoulders, inciting my mother to let out a hearty laugh.