“Momma, what’s an angel? Is Santa Claus an angel?”

Manisha turned around and looked at her five year old.

There she lay, on the bed, her head slightly raised to reveal black button kitten eyes; frilly curls falling all over her almond shaped face. And then Aalya, her bundle of joy___smiled____a toothless grin, a little curve that sprang almost unnoticed from her pinky lips.

Watching her butter can melt baby smile, Manisha stopped what she was doing___baking cake for Christmas eve___ and half sprinted towards the bed.

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