We should teach our children that we love them however they are
I now understood why Arta liked dressing me up so much; it was fun.
I had asked for a pair of children's clothing, but Arta brought a whole box with many options. We had fun picking the ones Jade should try, but the little bi...boy wanted a matching color with me.
"Hehe...same," he giggled while climbing on my lap after I helped him put on an embroidered white tunic and royal blue shorts. The small fingers clutched on my blue coat as I fixed a nice ribbon on his collar.
"There you go," I patted the boy's shoulder and squeezed the chubby cheeks.
It was rather nice, honestly, knowing how I used to look when I was a child. This must be how I looked before I got sick, and since Jade told me he copied my appearance by looking at the memory I had with my grandmother, it would be the time when I was the healthiest.