"Uhm, m-mom… do you have enough money to pay for this?"
Cairo asked, looking up at me with those round, questioning eyes while I went through the rack, checking the sizes of the shirts I planned to buy for him.
I couldn't help but laugh softly.
"Why? You don't like me buying you clothes?" I teased, glancing down at him.
Cairo frowned slightly, his lips curling into a pout. "No… but… you're buying a lot. You don't have to. I'm okay with my old clothes."
I knelt down to his level and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead.
"Sweetheart," I said gently, "just let me do this for you. I'm enjoying buying you clothes now that you're here with me."
We were at the shopping mall, surrounded by racks of colorful shirts and the soft hum of people chatting and shopping around us. I had promised Cairo we'd spend the afternoon together to buy a few things he needed and pick out gifts for his and his sisters' upcoming birthday.
