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Hello!

So I decided to start this book! I am still considering a book four of How I like my tea for those of you who are wondering but I've decided to take a small break before I return to it. This was the book I decided to publish instead as I'm super excited to see what you think! As usual, it's all about Angie!

Hope you like!

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As I chased her around the sitting room, she squealed with excitement.

"Mummy!!" she screamed as she ran around laughing, "I don't wanna be tickled!"

I laughed but continued to chase her, "Too late now sweetie!"

She spun around, her short blonde locks flying everywhere, the curls bouncing as she moved.

"Well then, you're not gonna catch me!" she screams as she dodges my movements.

"Just you watch!"

Within moments, my little girl was tiring, so I managed to catch her rather easily.

I took her in my arms and began to tickle her, she squealed loudly and cried out for me to stop.

"Please mummy! I tired!"

I quickly put her down but as I did a huge grin came to her face.

"Tricked ya! I'm not tired! I'm gonna win!"

Although it was obvious to me that she was gradually tiring, she seemed keen to continue the game, so I chased her again and again until finally she decided to quit.

"Now I tired." she says flopping to the floor dramatically, "Need sleep."

"Sleep?" I exclaim, "at three in the afternoon? Valeria Carrara, what am I going to do with you!"

"Hopefully no tickling!" she says panting like an old man.

I have to laugh, she is one of the few who have ever been able to make me laugh. I can only think of five others who could make me laugh like she can. My mother, Maria, Pablo, Violetta and German.

Thinking about him makes me weak at the knees so I shut him out, as I do daily.

"Mummy," says Valeria as she reaches for her cup on the table, "I have question."

"Okay." I say as I take a seat on the sofa, "What do you want to know?"

"How come I can't speak same as my friends?" she says so innocently.

I sigh, I was really worried.

"Because sweetie, until you were two, we lived in France so you tried to speak French and you were good, but I wanted you to learn Spanish in case we ever had to return to Buenos Aires so we moved to spain so you could learn the language. You're just a bit behind your friends because originally you tried to speak french. That's all."

She sits on the sofa next to me and I run my hands through her small curls.

"Okay, but Mommy, why we no learn spanish in Buunos Ares?" she asks confused.

"Buenos Aires sweetie, you need to pronounce the 'e' more." I giggle at her attempt, she is far too adorable.

She begins to try saying it again. She repeats it over and over, each time slightly differently to see if she can figure it out. After around five minutes of attempts she is getting frustrated.

"I give up. That stupid word." she says crossing her arms.

"You'll get it. Don't worry." I say pulling her closer for a hug, "Do you still want the answer to your question?"

Valeria nods happily and all her anger at not being able to say Buenos Aires seems to fade away.

"Well I wasn't happy in Buenos Aires in the last year I lived there, so I moved. That's why I don't wish to return."

"Then why make me learn spanish so we move back there?" she asks confused.

"Because there may be a day when I have no choice but to return. I dread the day, but I know it may come. I figured if it does, at least it will be easier if you know the language."

"Okay." smiles Valeria, "That make sense."

"Good." I say twirling her hair once again.

"One more question!" she says giggling again.

"What?" I say smiling back at her.

"Is my Daddy in France or Buunos Ares?" she asks innocently, "Cause he not here."

My heart feels like it could break. She looks up to me so innocently. Nothing has ever harmed her, no bad has ever come to her, she doesn't know of the heartbreak in the world.

What she does know however, is that most children have a Mummy and a Daddy and she doesn't.

I look into her chocolate brown eyes and I see how much she resembles him. Her eyes are the so beautiful, but a constant reminder. She has identical eyes to him, the same eyes that make me melt and she knows how to do that too.

I refuse to admit that he is her father. Although in my heart I know it can be no one else, I hope that it is.

Just the thought of this makes me want to cry so I decide to answer her question and hope she forgets about all of it.

"Buenos Aires, sweetie."