“It’s yummy, Daddy.”
“Nicola, go play in your room!” Daddy said.
Nicola scurried away. She had only wanted one lick of the batter and to make him smile again.
“What can I do?” Nicola said. She spun in a circle, looking around. “I know! But where did I put it?”
“Nicola, I’m sorry I yelled,” Daddy said in the doorway. “Can I help you find something?’
Nicola’s cheeks flushed. “Nope!”
“Alriiiiight,” Daddy said, and shut the door.
Nicola pulled bins out from under her bed. “Is it here?”
Next, she emptied the bookshelf. Not there either.
Last, she emptied her dresser. There it was.
Daddy called out, “I hear a lot of noises. Is everything OK?”
“Yes, Daddy!” Nicola said, and got to work.
A while later Daddy knocked and said, “The cupcakes are cooling now. Would you like a taste?”
Nicola stepped out of her room with her hands behind her back. “I can wait until the Valentine’s Day party at school. I have a surprise for you. Here—”
“How is this possible?” Daddy said, with tears dropping.
“I found the valentine Mommy made me last year and I made it into a new one for you.”
Daddy hugged Nicola tight and gave her a big smile. “You’ll always be my valentine.”