Her grandmother always knew what to say, Lana aspired to be that way. She took a seat on a silk covered stool,
❝….I will be turning seven and ten very soon.❞ Everyone else seemed to forget that her name day was coming everyone always forgot her.
❝Do you think I shall have a party this year? ❞
“ seven and ten, how is that POSSIBLE ? it seems that just YESTERDAY you were waddling around, clinging to my skirts. “
she reaches out TENDERLY to tuck a piece of hair behind her granddaughter’s ear.
“ i believe a party is a SPLENDID idea, sweetling. why, i’ll have a gown made for you just for it. “
