Sarada ran home after buying a birthday card from the mall. She ran upstairs and shut her door placing the pen and card she had bought earlier on her dresser.

She pulled out her pajamas and a towel and walked to the bathroom. She took a quick shower and brushed her teeth. While in the shower she was thinking on what to write on the letter.

Dear Inojin,

Happy birthday, I wish you live a happy life full of color and inspiration. May you live with passion to draw the world's beauty.

"Yeah, this seems good, now for the love letter..." just thinking of it made Sarada's face turn red. She pondered on how to start it, that is until her train of thought was disturbed by a knock on her door.

"Yes?" She called out as her thoughts ebbed away.

"Sarada, dinner's ready~." Sakura called from the other side. Sarada hid the present and note in her dresser and went downstairs to join her mother for dinner.

"Where's papa?"

"He's working with The Hokage, so he'll be home later." Sakura replied as she placed a plate of curry in front of Sarada.

She thanked her mother and dug in her food.

'Papa's always home late, I never get to talk with him…' While these thoughts ran through her head Sakura smiled and started a conversation to break the silence.

"So, I heard from someone that you like Ino's child." she glanced up from her plate to see her daughter turn ripe red. She smirked knowing she struck the right nerve.

"W-who told you that?!" Sarada yelp nervously as she accidentally almost knocked over her cup of water.

"I'm your mother, I know you better than anyone else…" she winked at her flustered daughter, "Also, it was ChoCho who told me." Sakura giggled before took another bite of her curry. Her daughter's expression was truly endearing.

Sarada's face however was deep scarlet as she took a sharp inhale trying to gather her courage.

"Mama... I need your help" Her mother looked up and smiled at the quiet tone her daughter was using.

"With what Sarada?"

"I need help making a love letter for Inojin." Sarada blurted out as she clutched her chopsticks in embarrassment.