CHAPTER 32

“Hestia Clariz!” I shout to call my daughter, who is hopping and running inside the airport.

She’s very energetic, and I don’t have any idea where her energy is coming from since we’re both tired. I’m getting exhausted from taking care of her every day because of her energy, but I don’t want to give up on her because she’s my daughter. There’s no other person who will take care of her but me, because I am her mother.

“Mommy! Mommy!” She chanted as she run towards my direction.

When she came to a stop in front of me, she was already sweating profusely. I took a towel from her bag and wiped her sweat on her face, neck, and forehead. She was running inside the big space in the airport, and she's sweating so much when she runs towards me. She's still energetic, but you can still see how tired she is through her eyes.

“I saw people, Mommy. Cutie unifolm.” It sucks hearing her saying a word with “R” in it. She still stutters in that letter so sometimes I laugh at her words.

She really is g