"Happy Sixteenth!" Her mother smiled at her. "I asked his mum, he'll be at your party."
She smiled back, eating a slice of birthday cake. "Thank you, mama."
**
"You're not the little girl I used to see," he spoke, looking at her every feature. She was doing the same.
"Your eyes still shine," she whispered. "Like the pretty lights."
**
"Do you remember when our daddies used to joke about the two of us?" She asked him, and he laughed and nodded.
"They never believed we'd really fall in love," he said quietly.
"And our mamas smiled, and rolled their eyes, and said-"
"Oh, my my my..."
