Chapter 103. Meeting the Mistress

She was awakened by the movement on the bed. Opening her eyes slowly, she saw Marsha who was jumping and dancing on the bed playfully.

A smile curled into her lips, realizing that no amount of jetlag could actually stop Marsha from being so energetic.

"Come on, Mommy! Get up, get up! Daddy prepared our dinner!" her daughter exclaimed.

"Seriously?" she asked as she sat upright.

Marsha sat in front of her with a wide smile. "I told Daddy that I wanted pancakes, and he made some!"

"That’s cool. Tell me, what else did he cook?"

Marsha looked up at the ceiling, thinking. "He fried some chicken too, and there are other food but I don’t know their names, Mommy."

Michelle chuckled. Having such conversations with Marsha was one of the things she loved the most about being a mother. Her daughter knew how to converse very well, even at her young age. Marsha could voice her thoughts in her own words. Mic