Made a Wish

At our daughter's birthday party, she made a wish in German while blowing out the candles.

"I hope Aunt Renee can become my mom this year."

My husband chuckled and tousled her hair.

"You'll get your wish soon."

I stood there, stunned, as the cake slipped from my hands and fell to the floor.

My husband looked at me with concern. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head repeatedly, forcing a smile. "Just slipped, that's all."

But only I knew the real reason—I was flustered because I understood German, and it made me drop the cake.

...

Felix seemed to have forgotten that I grew up in Germany and only returned to study at university.

When he found out, he learned German just to get closer to me.

Even our daughter's German was taught by me, bit by bit.

Now, Felix was wiping the floor with a towel and then cut another piece of cake, holding it up to feed me.

"It's okay, if you can't hold it, I'll feed you."

This time, I stepped back.

"I don't feel like eating right now."

Our daughter stuffed a big piece of cake into her mouth, mumbling with her cheeks full.

"I'm still here! You two should at least consider the situation before acting all mushy!"

Our daughter is seven this year, and her cheeks still have that adorable roundness. Her features are as delicate and pretty as Felix's.

Felix pulled me into a warm embrace in front of our daughter, raising his eyebrows.

"Being good to my wife is an everyday thing. My dear girl, you have to get used to it."

Our daughter put the cake down on the table and ran over to snuggle into my arms.