Olivia felt something from the drawing that looked way better than her ordinary caricature.
It was way better and... She was in it. Standing tall.
She looked at the drawing and her face blushed.
"It's so pretty." She thought out loud.
"Olivia," she heard her Papa say, and raised her head, her face still flushing a bit red. "What's wrong with your face? Do you have a fever?"
"My face?" She wondered what was wrong but all she could feel was a subtle warmth. Yet, she was sure it wasn't a fever.
"Hehe, I don't have a fever." She said and raised her hands for him to lift her up.
He lifted her and started walking towards the car where Noah waited.
"Daddy." She called, excited and Noah took her from Michael.
"How are you, sweetheart?" He asked, kissing her cheek.
"I'm feeling very great."
"Are you sure? You look a little red." He said, and she touched her dough-like cheeks and then giggled.
