How you make me laugh.
...
"Mercy? Mercy, honey where are you?" I call through the crowd.
"Over here mummy." I hear you call.
I suddenly spot you. You're sitting on a hay bale surrounded by a few pumpkins, playing with a bunch of orange flowers.
"Mercy! What have I told you about wondering off?" I scold.
You look up at me pouting and I remember why this never works out in my favour.
"I'm sorry." You say.
I sigh.
"It's okay. Just please don't do it again."
"Okay." You smile as you continue to pick the petal from your flowers.
For a moment I only stand and watch you. You're only three years old yet your personality is so much like that of your mother's that sometimes I can't tell you apart. The only way to tell that you're my daughter too is your deep brown eyes. You have your mothers hair and complexion, no doubt about it. My mother, your grandmother, calls you mini-moon sometimes, because of how much you look like your mother.
"When is mummy getting here?" You ask me suddenly.
"Soon." I sigh as I stroke your hair.
It's Halloween night and as a change we've taken you to a muggle celebration. I, on your mother's suggestion, have come as what the muggles think a witch looks like. Pointy hat and all.
I search through the crowd until I see her. She always did stick out. Especially now.
She's wearing a giant pumpkin costume and walking towards us.
You run happily into her arms and she spins you around.
I'm greeted with a kiss on the cheek and a grin that confirms how much she loves the both of us.