"Yo, brat, wake up!"
The little girl groaned angrily. The voice seemed far away but she hated being disturbed, "Mmm…"
"Wake up or I'll leave you behind!"
She opened her eyes slowly but the bright light made her squint. She covered her eyes with her hands as she heard someone chuckle.
"Why are you crying in your sleep? You are really like a brat," The person teased her but the little girl didn't hate it. It actually gave her comfort.
"Aunty? What took you so long?" She pouted like a spoiled child.
Lory crouched next to the girl and placed her hands on her knee. She lightly flicked the little girl's forehead and said sarcastically, "Ask me to pick you at the tea house next time."
The little girl rubbed her forehead and gave a coy smile, "Thank you for coming."
Lory sighed and joked, "Are you crying because you were thinking of me?"