I gently laid Yr back on the bed, watching as she instinctively curled into the mattress, her breathing evening out almost instantly. She slipped into slumber like it was the most natural thing in the world, her small body barely making a dent in the sheets.
A soft sigh left my lips as I turned back to the table, eyeing the mess she had made. The spilled food, the overturned glass, and the scattered utensils told a story of just how carefree she was. Yet, despite the mess, I couldn't bring myself to be annoyed. She was cute—too cute. Even her clumsy moments were endearing. Maybe it was just part of her charm. Messy or not, she was a good girl.
