Adelyn hadn't kept her hopes very high.
But even so, she had still hoped to make Eira just a little happier.
The little girl craved motherly affection so deeply. And what could have made her feel that warmth better than a lovingly prepared meal made by her own mother?
She might not really be her mother, but since the little girl already called her Mama —there was nothing wrong with making her feel that motherly affection.
Yet ...
She had ruined it.
Disheartened, Adelyn slowly reached out to pull the plate away and replace it with a fresh one.
But before she could—
Eira quickly wrapped both hands around the plate, pulling it closer to herself.
Adelyn paused and looked at her.
"Baby ..." Her brows knitted together gently. "You promised me you wouldn't force yourself to eat this if it didn't taste good."
"But Mama ..." Eira said earnestly, "... it tastes delicious."
Adelyn frowned.
Delicious?
She simply couldn't believe that.
"Eira, you—"
