Lena was dreaming, but it felt so real. She was a little girl again, trailing after Aaron like

always.

“Uncle Aaron! Carry me! I’m soooo tired,” she whined, stretching her arms out dramatically.

Aaron stopped, turning to her with a patient smile. The second she caught up, she threw her arms up, and he scooped her onto his back. Her little arms wrapped around his neck

She couldn’t sit still, of course. She blew air into his ear, poked at his neck, even tickled him under his shirt.

Aaron just laughed softly, shaking his head. “Twinkle, cut it out.

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