But because Biggie is so smart, she knows how to get her way.
I read a lot and one particular night I was laying on the couch reading a book. Biggie comes up to me, and in a very sweet tone asks, "Hey mum, what are you doing?"
I look up at her from over the rim of my reading glasses, already suspicious to her game, "Just reading something..."
She smiled sweetly and touched my hair, "You're beautiful when you read."
I spent the rest of the night trying to figure out what she had done that she didn't want me to get mad about, or what she wanted from me but knew she wasn't supposed to have.
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