"Daddy, I can't decide which one to choose. Can you tell me?" Curly said slyly.
"I think you should choose the right hand," Adrian Desmond said.
"Haha, I think so too."
Curly used both hands to pry open Adrian's right hand. Adrian flipped his hand over and opened it, "Wow..."
"Do you like it?"
It was a strawberry hairpin made of gemstones, the first one given. When Abraham was imprisoned, it was destroyed as a key, and Adrian specially had an identical one made.
"So pretty." Curly nodded vigorously, loving the strawberry hairpin, her eyes smiling crescent-shaped.
"Now can you stop being mad at Mommy and Daddy?"
Curly put away her smile and said seriously, "I won't be mad at Daddy anymore, but I'll continue to be mad at Mommy."
"Why?"
"Daddy gave me a strawberry hairpin, and Mommy didn't give me anything."
Adrian pinched her chubby cheeks and laughed, "Why are you so greedy, little girl?"
