Enisha , a 3 year old who never saw the light of the sun ; never felt loved and never understood the meaning of family just because of someone's hatred towards her father .A girl who never saw her father or mother yet still craved their affection...
Yeah i know i kinda vanished from wattpad for 2 months but i have a reason!!
So i was down with Dengue and Typhoid and i took a lot of time in recovering from that and then i had to catch up with my college work ,so in short last two months have been hectic for me.
Just wanted to say i love you guys <3
also i wanted to put the relationship in the bracket but i'm too tired to do that ..so i have attached the family tree below
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But Anyways onto the chapter________
Third person POV:
"Mama, when will daddy come back?" Enisha asked her mother, who was busy taking the cookies out of the oven.
"He should be back soon, love," Isabella replied, placing the tray on the counter and checking her watch. She knew Armani's meeting had ended about 30 minutes ago, so he should be returning shortly.
"Okay," Enisha replied, returning to the cartoon she was watching on her mother's phone.
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As Enisha was engrossed in her cartoon, she didn't notice her father, uncles, and grandfathers enter the room until Armani picked her up, making her squeal.
"Daddy, you back!" she squealed.
"Yes, princess," Armani said, kissing her all over her face.
"Dada, mama got my hair cut. How does it look?" Enisha asked, her eyes shining with enthusiasm.
"You look lovely, Enisha," Armani said, gently ruffling her hair.
"But why did you get your hair cut? You looked pretty even with long hair," Riccardo complained. Enisha looked at him, making a sad face, thinking that he didn't like her now that she had her hair cut.
"Do you no like my new haiwcut?" Enisha asked, pouting sadly. Everyone looked at Enisha with adoration, but seeing her sad face tugged at their hearts.
"Of course, I like it, princess. I could never not like you, no matter what you do," Riccardo said truthfully, making air quotes.
"Okay," Enisha said, her mood changing back to happiness. "But daddy, why do you all have these flowers?" she asked, noticing the small bouquets in her father, uncles, and grandfathers' hands.
"Well, they are actually for your aunts and grandmothers, and the ones your father has are for your mother," Armino replied, smiling warmly at Enisha.
"ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"Enisha stretched out, causing everyone to burst into laughter at the way she said it. They couldn't help but think about how much her brothers had started influencing her.
