When Clay, Sasha's brother, was born, Huna couldn't have been happier.
Kuson's POV
"He's so small." Sasha, my five year old daughter, said.
"He's a new born. You used to be this small too." Huna, my wife, said.
I picked up Sasha and let her see her brother better.
"Mommy, can I sit with you?" Sasha asked.
"Sure, sweety. Kuson, will you let her down?" Huna asked.
I put Sasha down on the bed. She moved to sit by her mother.
"Can I hold him?" she asked.
"Sure." Huna said and showed Sasha how to hold him.
When Sasha was holding him, she looked at Huna and then at me.
"Daddy, how long will Mommy be here?" she asked.
"If nothing goes wrong, two days." I said and kissed Huna and the cheek and then Huna took Clay and I picked up Sasha and walked to the Ostrich Horse.
"Why can't she come home today?" Sasha asked.
"Because she needs to be here so the baby doesn't get lonely. And there isn't enough room on my Ostrich Horse." I put it simply at that so not to make Sasha sick.
"But how will we get her back then if the Ostrich Horse doesn't have enough room?" she asked.
"We will have to use Appa." I said. I don't like to use Appa because it brings back memories of my father, who has past.
"Is Grandma going to come?" Sasha asked.
"I think so." I said. I was glad my mother was still alive.
"Why does Grandpa never come?"