“Daddy, daddy, daddy! Wake up daddy!” I yawned, opening one eye to see my three year old daughter’s face right in front of mine, a big smile planted on it as she shook me to the best of her ability. Chuckling, I grabbed her, rolling onto the back and sitting her on my stomach, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Hana, Hana, Hana! What is it, sweetheart? Why did I get such a beautiful little wakeup call?” I smiled at her, knowing full well what was happening today. She smiled and cuddled into my chest. Laughing, I got up, taking her with me as I walked out of my room and down the stairs and into the café, where Kari was racing around tables, giving people their orders and taking new orders. I leaned against the counter, watching her as she went around the whole café, before she noticed me and smiled. She placed down the last plate that she was balancing and walked over to us. Hana smiled and reached out for her, and she sent the two of us a